Occasionally Gourmet, Reliably Proud

I brag about my cooking, and to some people that is probably absurd. But they don’t know what it took me to get here, or how long I waited to have someone to cook for.

One Bad Apple

A neglected yard next door, weeds creeping over the fence, and an old question. Can one bad apple really spoil the whole bunch?

Unchecked Baggage

I have rules about travel, and I keep them. Then I came home worn out.