Monthly Archives: February 2017

A Recipe For Disaster
(Cooking With Herbs)

I’ve bought a lot of plants—and killed most of them. Only two hardy philodendrons have survived my tender loving care (and I water them with diluted coffee to thank them). So I’m a little nervous about buying herbs in pots. I have loads of dried herbs and spices, including weird ones like black salt—which is actually pink, and never shows up in recipes. Ever. But I’ve been avoiding fresh herbs.

Then, two weeks ago, I heard a TV chef blather on about how fresh herbs “transform boring Continue reading

The 7 Habits of a Highly Dysfunctional Horror Fan

I wasted a lot of my youth trying to grow up. Sadly, I still act like an idiot. I blame the horror movies. I watched every scary movie I could find when I was a teen. My parents told me not to, but I ignored them. Apparently, my goal was to stunt my emotional growth, because here’s the result:

1. Sometimes I jump into bed so that whatever is under there can’t grab my ankles. You don’t need to tell me there’s nothing under the bed—I know that, because I’ve checked. Many times.

2. Whenever I close a medicine cabinet, Continue reading

Let Sleeping Beagles Lie

I watched a very violent movie last week. Approximately eleventy-zillion people were killed. Most of them were shot by the “hero”—a man who had clearly spent more time at the gun range than in anger management classes.

What did I learn from this movie? I want a beagle puppy. I really, really want a beagle puppy.

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