New recipes always go better with old ones…like the. Lemon Mint Fizz.
Recipe? Why sure.
We served this one (which I designed) at our wedding.
Science! Psuedo-science! Nature! Art! Nonsense!
April 27, 2026
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New recipes always go better with old ones…like the. Lemon Mint Fizz.
Recipe? Why sure.
We served this one (which I designed) at our wedding.
April 5, 2026
March 2, 2026
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You may have seen these two famous actors in this short film they produced. Turns out they live in Leuven. Stop one of the big 3C birthday extravaganza was centered at their house.
We spent a fair amount of time wandering around town.
Leuven has its share of students (and they returned to class just after we got into town).
It rained. Like crazy. We walked 13.5km anywway.
The city wall.
Yo on a bridge with a god sighting…
The crocuses in full swing and filled with bees.
They are concerned about another Eve in Leuven.
We also had some excellent meals with our hosts.
March 2, 2026
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February 14, 2026
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The racists bastards running our country at the moment did not understand a word of the Superbowl Halftime show that bad bunny put on.
Watch it here (the NFL piggies will not allow a local copy)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6FuWd4wNd8
Fortunately we were able to snag a viewing when we invited ourselves over for a fabulous Puerto Rican feast hosted by Harold and Jen. I mean, pernil, arroz con gandules, and mofongo?! What’s not to like.
We brought along beer cheese and Generals Orders.
Oh, and those of you sent into a tizzy about the Latino aspects of American culture? You can fuck right off.
February 14, 2026
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When I was around 3 or 4, my pappy—mom’s dad, who was a flying ace in WWI, started the peruvian air force, and taught us how to mislead mom—died. Well meaning neighbors from all over our East Tennessee suburban neighborhood of Colonial Heights brought endless cassaroles and other dining monstrosities.
At three, I found this insanely not good. So after a few too many days of grean beans soaked in campbell’s mushroom soup topped with dehydrated onions, I went crying to mom and asked her when she would please cook for us again.
Touched, she said. “Oh honey, I will cook you anything you want for dinner. What would you like?” To which she expected a reply suitable to a three year old like “hotdogs” or “hamburgers” or “tacos” (remember, 1971 predated the chicken nugget).
What did I reply? “Artichokes and Hollandaise” of course. This caused some consternation, because finding artichokes in those days at the local A&P was nigh on impossible. Somehow, mom prevailed.
To this day, I love this meal. Thanks mom, for developing my palate properly.
February 7, 2026
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January 16, 2026
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It may have started in a pretend ski lift when they sprayed some soap bubbles in the air.
Or maybe it was this brown fried thing.
But whatever it was, caused massive piles of meat.
We had to cook it low and slow.
And boy was it worth the effort.
Pastrami is a kind of meat.
Porterhouse is a kind of meat.
Ribeye is a kind of meat.
Waygu is a kind of meat
We did not want to leave anyone of any creature out. So here is a chicken.
Which required some minor surgery after a butter incident.
Actual real snow!
You yell at beef, but you sing to chicken.
Happy new year to all.
December 23, 2025