September 28 » Five pounds of 'f's in a four pound sack
Not pictured here: plastic lobster bib. It's been such a long time since I've written about what I've cooked. There are a ton of meals that the woman above has enjoyed yet, you, my loyal readers, have suffered without. Well, fair dames and fetching fellows, fear finally shall flee, for I, forthwith shall foment a fabulous format for freeing fantastic food for you. (Sorry, I really had to get those 'f's out of my system.) But yeah, um, I'm just gonna put up some ...
September 16 » My That's a Short Skirt (Steak). Or 28 Steps to Awesometown.
No, I didn't take this photo, but Creative Commons says it's OK to put it on my blog! These things just smelled so good last night we couldn't wait to scarf them down. It's been nearly fifteen hours since I last touched a jalapeño or a poblano chili and I can still feel the damned capsaicin on my fingers. Just a slight tingle left luckily, but those were some strong-assed chilis. But whereas my hands are still in pain, that was some fucking BOMB salsa ...
I'm no chef. I'm barely a cook. And certainly not in the professional sense. I work in mobile for a living, but I enjoy cooking almost as much as I love 
