When my wife, my best friend, and my son, my precious precious little man, are out-of-town, I don’t cook daily. I cook every few days and eat the same meal for lunch and dinner until...
Read More →Food is fuel. We eat to function, but food is also pleasure. If food was only fuel, we’d be happy with a bowl of rice and steamed vegetables day in, day out. Food is fuel,...
Read More →One night in April I sat down in front of the TV with a can of beer and bag of chips fooling myself into thinking that was dinner. A light went on in my mind...
Read More →Turkey's are big. More often than not, there's more leftover turkey than you want to see. Our 25lb bird is a little big and there's limit to the number of turkey sandwiches, turkey salad and...
Read More →For some, food is fuel. For others, food is art. For both, there's a delicate balance that must be found so the art can be appreciated, and the fuel can keep us going. Not every...
Read More →Sunday didn't really go quite a planned. We didn't learn how to can our own produce at the farm. We didn't make it to the Truman Museum or Clinton's Soda Factory in Independence, MO. We did...
Read More →Before relocating to the Mid West earlier this year, my terra firma was the streets of Jerusalem. I know my way around that city better than any place I have ever lived or visited. I knew...
Read More →The Jewish New Year, Rosh HaShana, has passed, and with it, the first of three multi-day eating marathons of the season been completed. You see, the Jewish New Year is not celebrated in the same...
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