What we learned at tonight’s Iron Chef Point Breeze Crabcake Cookoff: Kim and I are both pretty good at this. We’re still not quite certain, but it appears I won the battle, which will get me a growler of something from East End — Black Strap, most likely — when we get around to it.… Read More no losers.
A bit later today, I’ll find out whether my butt can cash a check my big mouth wrote a couple of months ago. I’ve already taken you through the details of how Iron Chef Point Breeze came to be; today is the big day. I have two pounds of luscious jumbo lump crab meat in… Read More chef crappy.
My buddy Father Spoon is celebrating his birthday this week, and in observation of that occasion, I’m going to tell him that he’s perhaps made a little mistake. The Most Reverend One and I don’t often disagree about beer, and I trust his judgment and expertise — gained on the Should I Drink That podcast… Read More magickal.
When the local Twitter peeps use their powers for good, some pretty cool stuff can happen. I saw that firsthand last month, when we visited the Harris Grill bearing piles of winter clothing. The first-ever Pittsburgh HeatUp TweetUp meant a mountain of stuf was delivered to the shelter run by the First Presbyterian Church of… Read More it’s a twestival.
Since the inception of Uncle Crappy, I’ve insisted on calling my lovely wife The Wife. There’s more detail here, but the basic reason was that I knew she would loathe the name and find it immensely amusing all at once. While we’ve gotten a lot of lot of mileage from the name over the years… Read More promotion.
I’ve been tagged for this over and over and over, so it’s a little hard to ignore. I am, however, ignoring most of the rules: Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be… Read More twenty five.
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