DINNER FOR DINNER. DINNER FOR LUNCH. DINNER FOR BREAKFAST. BREAKFAST FOR DINNER…
The Month of Cooking Dangerously continues. Progress on the kitchen marches forward and life on the porch has been pleasant enough. As with anything, actually living in a situation tends to bend any of your preconceived notions to a new, less glamorous reality. On one hand it’s been pretty ...
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THE MONTH OF COOKING DANGEROUSLY
I’m giving up my kitchen. I’m going to cook only outside. I will wash my dishes with a hose and teach my young Wolf to gnaw bones, if only to make the hose washing less frequent. I may decide to only pee outside, although I’m not remodeling a bathroom. Yes the time has come to scrap my kitchen, ...
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MUSIC TO COOK BY: THE BEST SONGS TO SAY GOODBYE
I love a good gut-wrencher on even the sunniest of days. But when you’re tired or preoccupied they’re even better. As a lot of you know from the last post, I just lost an old and valued friend. My usual response when confronted with the overwhelming is cooking, listening to music, and writing. ...
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A LOOK BACK AND FARTHER
A month of feasting is over. For any of my tens of followers who read regularly you’ll remember that I wanted to open 2013 with a new tradition, one of symbolic abundance, including several large meals to kick off a better year than the few most recently survived. And 30 or so days later it worked, ...
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TO A DELICIOUS CORPSE
It is, in the most literal sense, the end of the line. 2012 has come to an end. And while I think making life changes or engaging in excessive introspection based on a fairly meaningless number in a made-up timeline is sort of bullshit, certain things deserve their due. One of those things is ...
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THRIVING ON NEGLECT
I believe there are a few great points of clarity in a man’s life. Awakenings that make all of the days’ variables fall neatly into clicking patterns, creating a feeling less like drowning in bullshit and more like living in a neatly organized solar system of bullshit. Everything in its place, ...
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FRIED PIE BENT AND HELL BOUND
I woke up this morning with a hangover. Not from drinking, I was solo parenting for the night and tipping a bottle doesn’t exactly scream responsible dad to me. No, I’m pretty sure this particular feeling was brought on by a mix of fat, salt and greasy shame. Recently a couple things occurred in ...
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