Looks like a pump, feels like a wingtip. Half prance and half swagger, never missing a step. This is where I come to blurt out all that stuff wandering around my brain, for posterity and amusement.

Getting Back to Basics One Recipe at a Time. Tuesday, January 17, 2012. Out of all the wonderful kitchen tools I used to own I am down to what could basically fit into a file box. I am truly back to basics. I own no electronic appliances but we refused to leave the molcajete behind. Sunday, September 26, 2010. At the Ezra Pound Cake.

Posts from a mawkish, lifelong spankophile. Well maybe, its all seriously impermanent do cha know. You can recover from most physical ailments butt when the mind goes, well thats it. I have always been hesitant to experience this personally, being somewhat of a chicken, but recently I was curious enough to overcome my reluctance and peeled some ginger so I could relate what it feels like. But watch out for horseradish, hoo boy! September 25, 2016.

Thoughts on hunting and other stuff. The cranky sportsman picks his dog. He had never asked me about these things and never had me fill out any forms about this. Apparently he could tell all this by watching me walk into his kitchen. Now that is what I call an expert.