trigger warning: this isn’t about weight for vanity’s sake. This IS about food… just in case that’s a trigger for you i have been in a life-long dysfunctional relationship with my plate. Am i an addict? i don’t know that i am but i certainly have the makings of one; my bio family is riddled … Continue reading
Tag Archives: food
gathering moss… a stone stops
i’ve been largely absent from this blog – not because i have nothing to say but because i’ve no desire to say it all here. It is enough, right now, for me to experience things and reflect on them. Still, i miss the process of putting my thoughts down on paper screen, seeing them in … Continue reading
My Kitchen Man
There’s nothing sexier than someone in the kitchen, eh? Swoon Bessie Smith’s My Kitchen Man 😉 Continue reading
Starliner Diner (Hilliard/Columbus, Ohio)
Shameless plug here… i don’t know the owners, or even the manager. i don’t even know anyone who works there, but i do know that it was a fun visit… to a quirky place… and i loved my jueves rancheros (hot as hell… had to slide the peppers to the side… yowza). The small diner … Continue reading
WTF? More food?
I know, I know, you’re like WTF?! More food blogging? So, yeah… I’m taking a hiatus – for about three days – from talking about specific sexual encounters that involve me in any way shape or form. Trust me, you’ll survive. Just like we survived our mat-less rolls. And hey, they’re a bit phallic, right? … Continue reading
I believe
I believe in using words, not fists. I believe in my outrage knowing people are living in boxes on the street. I believe in honesty. I believe in a good time. I believe in good food. I believe in sex. Bertrand Russell Continue reading
