Everything smells like meat.
I know, I know; you were expecting an invitation to Smoke-a-Thon V: The Brisketing.
This? Is the crappiest spring ever. Rain, rain, every day rain.
I am a trooper.
Because you plan your vacations according to what you will eat.
I know it’s not quite summertime yet, but the weather has been gorgeous (finally, goddammit), and grilling season is in full swing around here.
*Having had cancer, I’m allowed to make jokes about it.
Springtime: that special time of year when we try to consume as much asparagus as possible before summer hits and we’re forced to eat all the zucchini we grow.
Pretty in pink, and oh so affordable. For once.