Little Billboards #6
Sometimes I can’t tellif she’s eating yogurt ortubes of clown makeup. Continue reading Little Billboards #6
Category: Food
Pardon Our Poultry
7YO: Guess who?ME: Who?7YO: Chicken poo! 5YO: Daddy, guess what?ME: What?5YO: Chicken pee!ME: I don’t think that….5YO: Guess who!?ME: Who?5YO: Chicken glasses!ME: I’m not playing this anymore. 7YO: One more! Guess what?ME: Ok, one more. What?7YO: Chicken butt! ME: Ok. 5YO: A–S–S stands for butt. MOM: Let’s not repeat that anywhere. _________________ Despite slicing up … Continue reading Pardon Our Poultry
Stolen Moments
I’ve wanted to write something for Chuck Wendig’s Friday prompts for a long time. During the school year, it’s difficult to eek out something in a week and during the summer I usually have a variety of other work going on. Last Friday, in honor of Anthony Bourdain, Wendig asked us to write about food … Continue reading Stolen Moments
The Week That Was, or The Shape of Pizza
We celebrated our oldest daughter’s birthday. She was excited that she got to hear her name over the intercom at school. She is still young enough that everyone in her class brings in cards and treats. The youngest was stashing candy and wrappers everywhere, a chaotic flurry of plastic and chocolate. Demanding pizza. Drawing on … Continue reading The Week That Was, or The Shape of Pizza
The Week That Was, or I Wish the Shoe Fit
This week included speeding tickets, stomach viruses, the stinkiest, and ultimately most inedible, Brussels sprouts ever, and a white-knuckled trip to work in rain, standing water, and without streetlights, among other slight disasters. My just-turned-four-year-old got a special present of pull-ups for her birthday because of the stomach virus. Taking care of sick children did … Continue reading The Week That Was, or I Wish the Shoe Fit
aleatory cooking and Beethoven à la mode
Last night was good for chance cooking. My wife bought tilapia fillets that she then had no appetite for and left them to me. My first thought was to sear each side and make a garlic, butter, and white wine sauce. Serve with a side of some veggies and homemade garlic bread. Simple, but good. … Continue reading aleatory cooking and Beethoven à la mode
not “sea legs,” but maybe “baker’s wrists” or “dough mitts”
I love the extra cooking time I get in the summer. I’ve made broths, sauces, breads, and sawmill gravy (The only dish besides jambalaya and gumbo that I learned like oral history—these recipes feel different when I make them. Maybe I should explore that in another post…). This week’s output will also include some rolls, … Continue reading not “sea legs,” but maybe “baker’s wrists” or “dough mitts”
Stephen McClurg 