I once titled a post Bacon Sushi? because I figured...it doesn't exist. I can waste that title because I'll never find real bacon sushi to post about, right? Right?! WRONG! So let me backtrack by saying that my husband and…
You gotta love The New Yorker. Wry, urbane, and recently under attack for some controversial cover art. You know what? It's not going to make me stop reading. Not when the latest edition features the Fourteen Passive-Aggressive Appetizers that would…
Do you love bacon? Really? Are you sure? Because if you're not wearing a t-shirt or in some way physically sporting your devotion, I'm not sure I can buy it. That's why I'm so proud of our reader, Nick, who…
I'm only a recent convert to the Cobb Salad. I grew up in a time and place where salads consisted of iceberg lettuce, tomatoes and cucumbers with any variety of gloopy dressings available, preferably something mayo based in my household.…