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 outstanding. Austin is enjoying ...
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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, ending a year and a ...
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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, even the floating turd ...
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WHY YES, THAT IS MY 5LB SERVING OF PIG
I don’t really cook a lot of Mexican food. But rather, I require a lot of Mexican food. I chow down a lot of Mexican food. I tuck into it. Mexican food could be considered one of the base food groups in my own personal food pyramid. But I just don’t really cook it. I think this is because making your own Mexican food ...
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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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CHARCUTEPALOOZA’S FINAL CHAPTER: NERO WOULD’VE BEEN PROUD
As Charcutepalooza concluded with a call for showing off all we’ve learned, I couldn’t help but feel a small amount of glee for the bad decisions I was about to make. Looking at the contest as a whole, there was a lot that went into it: a push to encourage local and more sustainable consumption, an affirmation of home ...
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