We spent less than ten dollars for a fifteen-pound turkey this year. We brought the turkey home from the store in the trunk of one of our three cars. We stored it until it was time to thaw in one … Continue reading
It was hard to find a decent parking spot, where the rain wouldn’t drench us too heavily on our way into the restaurant. I piloted our minivan in a serpentine pattern through the parking lot, but every time we came … Continue reading
It’s hidden in plain sight, less than a quarter of a mile from the northeast corner of the Kent State University campus. Thousands and thousands of college students pass the place every day — on their way between campus and … Continue reading
We had a lovely afternoon with our international friends: warming ourselves by the open fire… carving pumpkins… eating kettle corn pumpkin bread, s’mores, and cider… and rebuilding the tower of Babel with Jenga blocks. It really was a lot of fun. For … Continue reading
My Kent Food Quest took a big step forward yesterday evening, as I finally tried a place on Cherry Street called Ciccone’s, which has intimidated me for quite awhile. I’m now down to just 6 (out of 136) eating establishments in … Continue reading
I made pancakes for our family dinner yesterday evening: delicious, fluffy, American, buttermilk pancakes. There’s something special about breakfast food in the evening. But as much as I enjoyed the pancakes themselves, I was especially appreciative of the cookbook from which … Continue reading
I’m setting out on a new quest: to eat at every dining establishment in the city of Kent, Ohio. Here are the rules of engagement which I’ve made up for this quest: One must order and consume at least one item … Continue reading
Do an internet search with the terms “twenty pounds,” and the screen fills with images of British bank notes. Not exactly my originally-intended imagery… Still, I feel royally satisfied, and you could say that I’m experiencing some level of pay-off … Continue reading
I turned 37 on Wednesday, and really there wasn’t all that much to it. My 33rd Birthday was my Crucifixion of Jesus Birthday. My 34th Birthday was my Kirby Puckett / Walter Payton Birthday. My 35th Birthday was my Presidential … Continue reading
To call someone a One-Testicled Man is high praise in the Netherlands: Bikkel. Some Dutchmen might dispute the etymology of this word — preferring for the word to point to some sort of tool or bone — but I rather … Continue reading
