The finger-pointer living inside me wants to blame mother for my lifelong aversion to soup. But I won’t listen. It’sRead more
Here’s a soup so tangy and packed with flavor, I refused to share it with anyone… not even MG. In fact, I went out of my way to call him up after I polished off my first bowl to say, “I made an amazing soup tonight… and guess what? You’re not getting any of it!” I guess that’s a little bit of the “baby brother” coming out of me. I am the youngest of four, after all.
Or it could just be that I’m a jerk.
In honor of the Winter Olympics (Wayne Gretzky waiting for those columns to rise… oh my, the nerves… he lookedRead more