Fucking Fucking Fuck. Mankletooth Bastard has won Top Chef is Sullied. Yeah, I know. It’s hyperbole. And generally hyperbole makes me want to set myself on fire. But I really feel—I really do feel, my loves—that a Hosea win has completely blackened the good name of Top Chef. This is not like H...

Crème Brulee? No way.After under bus throwingAlex leaves to wed. Ok. So I’m not going to pretend I’m all busted up about Alex leaving. I didn’t have that much of an opinion of him, and he didn’t seem to be a world beater or anything more than chefly cannon fodder, really. But—BUT, childre...

So I'm at work, preparing to heat up a microwave meal to "enjoy" for my lunch. This is something I occasionally find myself having to do on days when I don't have leftovers from the previous night's dinner, didn't make a big batch of anything (except cookies) over the weekend, and didn't have time t...

Of course, the one day you don't eat breakfast, then accidentally upend your purse before leaving the house, and then use that as an opportunity to transfer the five zillion dollars worth of coins that have been clanking around at the bottom since god knows when into your piggy bank. . . . . . would...

It's six thirty a.m., chickens, and I'm extraordinarily grumpy. And while you could put that off at least in part to too much wine with too little dinner, or the cats that continue to insist on sleeping directly on top of me even after I have tried (by repeatedly flinging them off) to make it clear ...

When one returns home--well after midnight-- from a trip in which . . . . . .. one quite likely saw one's hometown for the last time. .. . .. . one spent as many hours sitting on various tarmacs and in various terminals as one has spent actually on a plane. . .. . . . . one's luggage decided to take...

So I woke up this morning after a dream about Paul LoDuca being traded to the Cardinals, which in my mind qualified as a nightmare both because a) it will cut down on the number of times this year when I am able to bask in the glory of Paul LoDuca, and b) my God, what will become of Yad Molina???? B...