An evolving main dish soup with terrible nomenclature.
A simple time-crunch brunch dish
Perfect for a quick pick-me-up
Falling back on my improv training…
Sometimes you throw shit at the wall to see what sticks, and sometimes you just have to laugh at the process.
A meat, a starch, a veg…
…and not a single thing in need of a recipe…
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot is a Runza?!
An ode to (and riff upon) Nebreaska’s most notable culinary contribution.
No, no, Elder Cunningham…
…but there ain’t no fuckin’ way we’re sticking to the “approved dialogue”.
That corny numbers jive
That’s why on a scale of ten to one, friend, there ain’t no tens.
You can cook with this, or you can cook with that…
Is there anything more soul-satisfying than making a meal out of repurposed leftovers?
Help! Help! I’m being repressed!
Administrivia with the devastating combo to leave me facing a standing eight-count.
Potato Tuna Bake
Or how I managed to channel Roy Kent and Chris Peterson in one fell swoop.
What the world needs now…
…is another self-indulgent cooking/food blog.