That, my friends, is an eight pack of Coca-Cola.
You know how difficult it is to pluck a bottle off a plastic ring? I think Coke’s packaging engineers were trying to address this problem.
Let’s be generous and call it an over-correction. Continue reading
I stopped adding celery to my tuna fish when I went to college. Why, yes, I was that broke-ass broke as an undergrad. Lately, I’ve given it another try, and what do you know, it’s not just bland crunchy.
My celery revival is part of my commitment to being a better cook, meaning I read and follow recipe directions, use all the listed ingredients — including the ones that “sound stupid,” “look weird,” or “never heard of, so it can’t be important” — and scream for Alice at the first sign of smoke.
My wife says my cooking has improved. Funny how that works.
What was I cooking?
Rigatoni With White Bolognese from The New York Times. Damn tasty.
Yesterday, Alice and I went to a Boxing Day party given by family friends. I also call this get-together the “Manhattan Project” because my friend Billy mixes drinks best measured in megatons. Continue reading