Head cheese. No – I’m not making an election referral. I’m talking meat, people. And I mean meat. Head cheese isn’t for everyone. But it is for me. That’s why I made a pilgrimage to…
Breaking the Fast
For the entire month of January, Mister and I were on restriction. We didn’t eat meat (we did eat fish) and we didn’t drink alcohol. None. Zero point zero percent. Our plan had been to break the…
I Smell Meat
I don’t remember if I’ve mentioned this or not, but Mister and I have been abstaining from alcohol and meat. We felt we’d overdone it the last week or so of December, and figured it would be good…
The Smoke House
It’s been around since 1946. Clooney named his production company after it. Meat is served. And Mister and I walked there the other night. We drank. We ate. We drank a little more. Then we walked…