I recently had a craving for a thick and hearty black bean soup. After wandering the aisles of the grocery store without finding anything that was prepared, I pulled out my phone and realized that making it from scratch would be super easy. This black bean soup is loaded with pork products: pork belly for the fat base, and prosciutto and chorizo for flavor. Sorry vegetarians! Another great recipe inspired by Dave Lieberman. Serves 4. Continue reading
Mother’s day is a singular possessive since you all have just one mother in the biological sense. Of course with modern love being the way it is maybe it’s time that we transitioned it over to being Mothers’ Day as a plural possessive. Continue reading
It is time to buy a new car. Here are some tips to keep in mind. Continue reading
Today is really the day you should take your mother out. Because otherwise you’d have to wait in those lines, and sit with those crowds at lunch, and you know your mother does not like that sort of thing. Continue reading
Let’s mix it up a little. Instead of posting a picture you’re going to post your voice. Vocaroo is probably the easiest way.
Because I can’t think of anything else how about the opening paragraph to A Tale of Two Cities. Continue reading
Do you watch spooky reality shows? Ghost stories? Ghost hunting? Paranormal investigations? Paranormal reenactments? In the ever growing genre of reality shows about things that go bump in the night, there is one show you are probably not watching, and it is so goodbad that I had to write a post to tell you about it. It’s called The Dead Files, and it airs on Travel Channel. Continue reading
Urgh. What’s worse than high school? A company that takes all the shallow crap that exists in high school and makes it their mantra. Enter Abercrombie & Fitch, the worst representation of a heinous John Hughesian high school villain ever re-imagined for modern day consumerism. Continue reading
I was writing out my Mother’s Day card, and suddenly I was thinking back to Mother’s Day 2004. That year, I took mom to see Kill Bill: Vol. 2 at the movie theater. She loved it (she had already seen and enjoyed Vol. 1). My mother’s taste in movies is probably not typical for a lady her age–she has adventurous taste. Although it might seem like an odd choice for the holiday (murder, revenge, kungfu), one of Kill Bill‘s major themes (especially in Vol. 2 is motherhood.
I remember asking for “a Beatles album” for Christmas. My parents obliged with Abbey Road. That could have been worse.
The first records I remember buying for myself were Never Mind the Bollocks, Blow Your Face Out and The Flying Lizards, the last of which I had to special order from the “punk/new wave” record store in town. I still have the vinyl, with “PROMOTIONAL COPY: NOT FOR RESALE” embossed on the jacket. Continue reading
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