I usually like Alton Brown quite well. He is silly and southern. And I have a soft spot in my heart for southern men. I did marry one. And anyway, Alton keeps bricks in his kitchen. And I keep the laser level in my sewing room. Then I bought the salt pig. DH had mentioned [...]
In every failed relationship, I keep the cat and lose the coffee pot. I’m sure this says more about me than tea leaves. Perhaps that I’m attached to living creatures, but not appliances. Or that I’m such a veteran of failed relationships that I have a an obvious pattern. Or maybe that I break up [...]
