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NEW PAGE: MORE FICTION, “LISTENING TO A MOSQUITO BUZZ”

I just added another piece of fiction to the page listings above. It's a story that I actually wrote quite a few years ago but recently dusted off and still enjoyed it. I thought it was worth sharing. Like nearly all of my fiction, it takes place in Idaho in areas near where I grew up or went to ...

BURGER EXPERIMENTALISM VOL. 3: RIDE THE BACON SNAKE

THIS IS THE END, BEAUTIFUL FRIEND… THIS IS THE END MY ONLY FRIEND, THE END…. OF OUR ELABORATE PLANS, THE END… OF EVERYTHING THAT STANDS, THE END… I came-to with the sound of a faint chopper hammering the air above me. The bleary soft focus of the sunlight flared in my retinas, resolving in ...

BURGER EXPERIMENTALISM VOL. 2: THE BAHN MI BURGER

Lemme just preface everything by saying I don’t really do Asian food. Don’t get me wrong. I love eating it. I crave it in ways that stalk my belly like insatiable beasts demanding ramen or gyoza or cha gio or General Tso's or any number of other things at 1 or 2 in the morning (usually after a ...

NEXT TIME ON OKRA

I’ve gotta admit, I’m not as experimental as I’d like to be in the cooking department. Maybe it’s laziness. Maybe it’s age. Maybe it’s the all-too-real time limits that occur when failure means dinner doesn’t hit the table right in the narrow window after work and before bedtime, bath, ...

HIGH ON THE HOG, JOWL LEVEL IF WE’RE BEING PRECISE

So The Month of Cooking Dangerously could now be more accurately called The Season of Cooking Irritably. My fucker of a kitchen still isn’t done. Granted, to the casual observer it is done. Functionally it’s done. But the last few nagging details have lingered on and on like a stale fart in the ...

A SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION

So I haven’t posted in awhile… there’s been a bit going on. First and foremost my new son was born, Augustus Clyde. And while he is already a vigorous and robust, if a little gassy boy, he’s not into waiting patiently while I screw around in the kitchen. Also, he doesn’t quite have the ...

SOME DAYS ARE JUST PORK CHOP DAYS

The Month of Cooking Dangerously trudges forward. To begin, a few updates: Claustrophobia has definitely set in. The walls in my livable areas seem to be closing fast. Spaces are getting smaller and concurrently the various piles of shit (important shit, yes, but piles none the less) seem to be ...