Free food. It’s a journalism tradition. All summer long, stuff from the gardens of colleagues shows up at work. There are likely to be doughnuts on random mornings, just because someone was hungry for them. Fresh-baked cookies? Sure. Leftover stunt food that is to illustrate a cooking story or restaurant review? Yep. And there will… Read More 2. the wrong kind of crunch.
I used to do this as a matter of course. But it’s been years since I’ve regularly written stuff here, much less successfully completed a National Blog Posting Month month. I’m not sure why I’ve neglected a tool that I used to appreciate so much — perhaps it’s because my jobs came to too closely resemble… Read More 1. hey.
Old habits die hard. And I’m still a fan of the network evening news shows, something that have been a staple of my life since I was a kid. When I was 10 and watching Walter Cronkite, I don’t think I paid much attention to the commercials and what they said about the demographics of… Read More hi. wilford. nice to meet you.
I’m not ready. But I kind of have to be. Until very recently, the milestone I’m approaching — that would be turning 50 in almost exactly 14 months — has mostly been a source of comedy for me. It’s easy to joke about the difference in ages between me and pretty much all of my… Read More gray.
I’ve never been to Rhode Island. I now have a reason to go. Mrs. Crappy has a subscription to Cook’s Country magazine and we received a new issue last week. The magazine publishes an index of sorts on back cover, and as soon as I looked at the new one, I saw something I knew… Read More dy-no-mite.
I should know better than to stroll through the produce section of Whole Foods A) while I’m hungry and B) just two days after I get paid. But in our most recent trip, it worked out well. Because there it was, a display of good-sized, bright green artichokes. Three chokes for five bucks. And after… Read More choked.
Uncle Crappy 