The Hot Doug Days of Summer
Nothing says summer like hot dogs. I think I only eat ‘em during the months of July and August. But alas, I do not live in Chicago, where the ketchup-less…
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Category: On the road
Blueberry Hunter
When I woke up this morning, I just had a feeling they were out there. Waiting for me. Maybe it was last night’s dessert…. I fear we may have had…
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To Whiz or Not To Whiz
“A whiz wit, and a provolone wit.” I mean, I knew I did not want it without. It had to be better “wit”. Right? But I was really unsure about…
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Taste #5
The other night I was tucking my 10 year old daughter in to bed, and she says to me “Mom, remind again what the fifth taste is….” A little taken…
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