March is a very hard month for me, typically speaking. Bad enough that I am genuinely superstitious about it. I just expect, at this point, things to suck in March. Not everything, for sure. One of my delightful nieces was born in March. My father was born in March. Angelique was born in March. I made some cool-ass friends two days ago (which was already March!).
But, generally, I dream of skipping to the end of March. Maybe to just a couple of days before all those birthdays I mentioned (because, seriously, they’re all at the end of March; I think their mothers were trying to spare them March birthdays, but just couldn’t quite do it). It never happens, but I dream of it. I hate March enough that I really could have sworn I had a “fucking March” tag on this blog, but I do not.… Continue reading →
While I continue to feel like I need to write deeply profound things, and thus continue to not find them, Isis reminded me of something important:
A group of friends and I had a really great meal and beers and banter at a restaurant yesterday. Enough so that I should tell you about it. Damn shame I didn’t take any pictures, though. I was too busy having fun!
So, here’s the fast details:
322 Massachusetts Ave, NE
Washington, DC 20002
Everything they had on draft (7 taps) was a German import of some type. My Metal Curator and Beer Pal D (MMCBPD) and I shared three beers and while all were solid one, the Hofbräu Delicator, was just out of this world.… Continue reading →
I love avocado. Flat-out, absolutely love it. It’s one of the world’s best fruits, and I would like to be eating more of it. I suspect you would like to be doing so too? Right? Of course you would! So, here’s seven ways I LOVE to eat avocado, and I recommend that you immediately try anything you haven’t already.
Duh. Often all you need to get avocado into you is a spoon. Unless it’s a small avocado. Then you don’t even need that. You can just PUT IT IN YOUR FACE. And who doesn’t want that?
A spoonful of avocado a day keeps the doctor away?
Sure. That’s what I’m going with. It’s working for me, even. I haven’t seen a doctor in months!… Continue reading →
While I knew some folks were adamant about cornbread having sugar in it, or not, I had no idea this divide actually largely broke down along racial lines. “It’s actually a gauge of who gets to call what’s Southern ‘Southern.’” says Micheal Twitty of Afroculinaria when discussing the greater layers to the cornbread debate. Me? I grew up on Jiffy Mix, and so I guess that makes me a lover of sweet cornbead. Not that I’ve ever had cornbread made from white corn…
Never have I been more interested to read a book about someone I’ve never heard about before. If anyone would like to book club The Civil Wars of Julia Ward Howe with me, please let me know! (Also, tell me if you’ve heard of her before!) That would likely prompt me to purchase it sooner than later.… Continue reading →
A month ago, I wrote about how much cooking has become a chore for me. And I made a pledge:
“In my next post, I’m going to tell you a little bit about how I am and am not overcoming that. I’d love to know your thoughts on what makes cooking hard or easy for you, or any tips or tricks you have for making it suck less.”
I wrote those words about a month ago, and I did get some good suggestions from my friend Lori in the comments and from folks on Facebook and Twitter. I’m super grateful, but I’m still struggling.
Spring sprang while I wasn’t looking.
Maybe that’s obvious from the fact that my last post was over a month ago. Because the “next post” had to be about “how I am and am not overcoming” a feeling of cooking sucking.… Continue reading →