As is the case for most red-blooded, patriotic Americans, the most important part of any traditional Independence Day celebration is, of course, the feasting upon a delicious roasted bald eagle.
On the off chance that you’ve been locked in an air-conditioned room over the past couple of weeks or are, in order to live, required to wear some sort of
For reasons I’m certain she can’t even articulate, Mandy has been binge-watching — or maybe “gorging” would be a more appropriate verb — episodes of one of TLC’s more refined
As much as I love seeing my friends, and know that having a group of them converge upon my house simultaneously is a good way to achieve maximum friendship dosage
When I first volunteered to take over the weekly food column from longtime Daily Journal Food Editor Ginna Parsons, my central conceit — the gag, if you will — for
As I gazed upon the mountain of crinkled plastic casting its long shadow across the kitchen tile, I mumbled something to myself along the lines of, “Why do they give
The cacophonous wall of guitar riffs, blast beats and throat-ripping caterwauling faded into momentary silence, which was broken by the upbeat voice of Spotify’s in-house A.I. disc jockey, X.
Mere inches from my feet, our oldest, deafest, decrepitest cat, Flannery, stared up at me like a reverse vulture awaiting the death of some airborne critter.
With a sigh so deep that it wouldn’t have surprised me to see ancient lizard creatures clawing their way up from its bowels, Mandy announced she was exhausted and, instead
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I recently wrote about the Rock-afire Explosion and long-defunct ’80s eatery Showbiz Pizza for the food issue of Mud & Magnolias magazine, which inspired me to revisit this