A Czech pilsner is still a pilsner. Ook!

Sipping it with a slice of lemon and a dash of nutmeg floating on top does, however, remind me of Rudy's dad Bobby (or Rudolf II). He taught me that one. As a matter of fact, I think the Riefstahl family is almost single-handedly responsible for the fact that I drink beer today. Between the Boilermakers made ( Read more... )

I ran into an old friend today. I don't think I've seen her in 25 years, and I haven't talked to her in more than 15. Marion and I would have graduated together except that she went into labor on graduation day. She was working at the gas station where I stopped to get gas and pick up a bottle of water for the ride home ( Read more... )

For twenty summers I have driven weekly to the same farm stand in Warren to buy sweet corn. When we were young, broke and living in Hamtramck I drove out there to buy sweet corn. It was a treat well worth the cost. When we moved out here to the Great White Wasteland I drove 20 miles out there with construction and steadily increasing gas prices to ( Read more... )

Tents single-handedly unpacked and erected in the dark. Bruised. Decompresssion.  Good friends. Good food. Fake Orgasms.  Real orgasms. 9.5 for effort. Taking the core temperature down a few degrees. Slightly burned biscuits---okay, one biscuit slightly burned. Other biscuit fine. Figure that one out. Home. Important stuff unpacked. Sweaty and ( Read more... )

The heartwarming aroma of yeast, milk and honey is already beginning to perfume my kitchen as I sit waiting for the yeast to bloom for breadmaking, and I find myself wondering why it has taken forced frugality (frugalism?) to motivate me to do something I love doing anyway. Bacondiva and I had a payless payday this week. I'm facing several bill due ( Read more... )

Memories can be sparked by the oddest things. In this case it was a commercial for some sitcom.

Sean was, obviously, not from a planned pregnancy. The kid wasn't stupid. He understood this from an early age. I also made sure he understood that he wasn't an "accident" either. There's a lot of ugly connotations associated with that label that no kid ( Read more... )

Two words about what I heard on the radio this morning.

"Beautiful Boy"

I was going to go to Eastern Market with bacondiva this morning, but we decided to put it off until next weekend. We got too late a start, and Paul really wants to go, too. He can't this weekend. He's on call, and can't stray too far from the property.

Eastern Market is so much fun during the holidays, with crowds of bundled up shoppers clutching hot cider ( Read more... )

cue eerie music

Thank you, Maestro.

Sean's favorite pizza in the whole world was seafood pizza from PizzaPapalis, the best Chicago Style pizza in Detroit and very pricey. We might order from them a couple times a year. Before Nicole came to live with us Sean was the only one who would touch the seafood pizza. It was only for something special, like ( Read more... )

...by ideas induced by a new Lover's Lane catalog laying on the table, so bacondiva  got the jump on the weekend update kind of post. She covered it pretty damn well (so go read hers), but I've got gushing of my own to do.

I HUGGED DON WHITE! Wooohoooo! Okay, although everyone knows how much I love this guy's music/essays, most of you don't have a clue as ( Read more... )