BURGERZILLA
A couple years back, I remember asking my buddy Skinny what he did with his leftover brisket. Skinny is sort of my good ol’ boy ‘cue mentor and has routinely smoked 6-8 briskets for every Longhorn tailgate since he was about 2 years old. He knows his shit. And his beef. And I figured there would be times when he had ...
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NOTES FROM THE DESK OF MY BEARD
I’ve had a beard for the better part of a decade. For me ceasing shaving was an assertion of freedom and self-reliance. After years in the restaurant industry and a few years waiting tables, where I often had to shave twice a day, it was time to let my freak flag fly. No more ironing my black and whites, no more feigning ...
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20 MINUTES AWAY FROM THE BUG HOUSE
Yesterday morning my day began with what I can only imagine to be raccoon diarrhea covering my porch. Literally. My lovely wife was walking my infant daughter out the door and nearly fell down the cement steps, slipping on the raccoon shit. I’ve spoken before about the realities of my burgeoning fatherhood and its various ...
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