On Starting Over

We fall down, and we get back up. We lose, so that we may hopefully win the next time around. We love, hoping to never find reason to hate. We fail, but eventually recover and succeed. We go through the days, the motions. Week by week, month by month, and year by year.

I Did it All for the Gnocchi

Someone please tell me that I’m not the only person in this world to remember, to vividly remember, Limp Bizkit. Please… You don’t have to tell me they were your favorite band of the 90’s – well – if you did you’d be lying anyway because that answer should be someone like Pearl Jam or Nirvana or [...]

My Name is Puddin’ Tain

Yes, I’ve been to culinary school. I like to consider myself a pretty decent (alright, a damn good) cook. Sure, I know how to make pizza from scratch, and I can achieve the creamy custardy consistency required to make ice cream taste so smooth it feels like silk in your mouth. Heck, I can even [...]

I Am … Cooked

It all started with a bright-eyed, hansomely adorable French chef who, when saying “pear” it sounded more like “bear” and when describing the process of using a “moo-zaar” to start the vingear-making process, it took us a few turns to understand that we were discussing starting a “mother“. I remember the first night of culinary [...]