There’s a fine line between “doing something outside your norm” and “losin’ yo damn mind.” As an example, some women will get a new haircut when a relationship ends. But there’s a difference in getting a cute bob, and going all Britney Spears with a razor. Or, to push another stereotype, think of guys having … More Eggplant Curry
My father is amazing. First, I know he is extremely proud of me. Anyone who meets both of us comments on this. Case in point: because he had another affiliation, my thesis adviser flew in just for my defense. After I passed, my parents treated me and my committee to a dinner at the nicest … More Meat sauce
My latest guy said “It’s all about marketing” so constantly, it seemed like a joke. So I really hate to admit it, but he’s right. He learned this very quickly as a college professor in the BRCM. He was teaching two courses his first semester: an upper-level, and a lower-level. The lower-level course traditionally is … More Croque Madame
It’s International Women’s Day. And apparently I’m supposed to celebrate. Wait for it. My mother said the most freeing thing about turning 50 was that she felt she could finally say whatever the hell she wanted. Prior to that, she always felt the need to “respect her elders” (which in practice always seems to … More Hear Me Roar…
This was part of the Seven Fishes feast. My round one, and our course one. One of the few days a year we were guaranteed to go to mass was Christmas morning. Afterwards, we struggled to find a place to eat. This was more of a philosophical struggle than anything else. My mom never wanted … More Southern Deconstructed Bagel
“Makes no sense, I know. Crazy.” (this line and the title come from the amazing, if NSFW, “International Players Anthem” of UGK featuring Outkast.) Typically, I haven’t liked any item on my “x before x” lists to depend upon others. Among other reasons, this is why “get married”, or “have kids” have not been on … More I’m No Island. A Peninsula, Maybe.
When I was a kid, we rarely ate out. But when we did, it was almost always Italian. The family went through a brief Macaroni Grill phase (which my father always called “Mack-a-moni”). It might have been because I could draw on the tablecloths. I highly doubt it was because of the food. Usually, though, … More Mussels with Foie Gras