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‘TUSSIN OF THE SEA

It seems like I’ve been sick for three months. I’m not sure if it’s having a kid in daycare or the number of flights I’ve been taking or even the unusually high mold counts in the air after a wet, humid spring in Austin. Maybe I licked a petri dish by accident. Maybe I won some shitty contest where I got a ...

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QUITE POSSIBLY THE GREATEST PORK SANDWICH EVER INVENTED

I really like grilling things. I also really like sandwiches, especially pork sandwiches. I’ve been a student of both for years and when the two come together, there’s a whole, whole lot to like. Because of this, I feel obliged to kiss the brilliant and most likely dead stranger who invented solomo on the mouth, ...

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O COPPA! MY COPPA!

About 6 months ago I wrote something cute about struggling over waiting a couple weeks for some meat to cure. Six months later it’s ready. And I know what it means to wait. Looking back at those early, fidgeting days, I believe I’ve come to understand the technical term for my condition: being an impatient tit. The ...

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LEFTY’S BLUES

I’ve been living on the road, but I’m not feeling free and clean. One of the better perks of my job is seeing what was once pen and paper become something visual, hopefully entertaining and occasionally pretty damn good. It’s a process that brings me in touch with some very talented and interesting people. It’s ...

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BRODO!

I hate exclamation points. For years I ardently refused to use them. I find them irritating. I find them odd. I find them to be punctuation abuse. I don’t speak in exclamations, why would I type in them? To my mind, if you want to convey excitement write some exciting words. Don’t just slap an exclamation point, or ...

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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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NIGHT MOVES

I do a fair amount of my cooking very, very late at night. Sometimes this is because of what I’m making-- anything placed in my smoker tends to be an overnight affair of tending fires and owling around my backyard. But more often than not it’s because I work a lot, and the time I do have with my family is best spent ...