Flavorful Red Sauce in a Rush I've given all due credit and homage to my parents as kitchen tinkerers extraordinaire. My fundamental view of cooking is less about temperature and time and more about messing with ingredients. If you didn't mix 'em up a bit, add something new, did you really cook? As long as... Continue Reading →
Do it Right: BBQ Pulled Pork in the Crock Pot I come from a long line of tinkerers in the kitchen. Or at least, I'm a direct descendant of the tinkerer extraordinaire. So I don't take too seriously the category "Do it Right" that I put a lot of my recipe posts in. This just... Continue Reading →
Do it Right: Hanging Up Dress Shirts Men, if you're like me, you have a hard enough time even getting your clothes put away to maybe contemplate the finer points of just how you should be hanging up, say, your seemingly gazilion button-down work shirts. It's not that I can't appreciate I'll look appreciably better in... Continue Reading →
Do It Right: Be Wary of the 'Uff Da' There's an old adage (a dadage?) men-in-the-know subscribe to: It is what it is. To that I'd add: especially when it tells you what it is. To which I'd also add: when all of that fails, listen to your wife. Because nearly always, she knows what it... Continue Reading →
Do It Right: Hotel Room Essentials "Bed, sweet bed." I've been known to utter this appreciation for my absolute favorite place in the house on any ordinary Saturday, or stressful Wednesday night. But I am particularly prone to repetitive hosannas upon returning from my frequent business trips. Nothing beams forth the comforting waves of home... Continue Reading →
Do it Right: Bratwurst on the Grill Good recipes, like a marriage, take a lot of work. A bit of trial, a bit more of error, until you know enough to savor the sweet successes. My wife bought me my first full-sized Weber charcoal grill in the first year after we got hitched. Call it... Continue Reading →
Do it Right: Kids' Proper Cup Placement Sometimes it's hard for me to imagine that I'm actually a grownup. I mean, I can look at my feet and they don't seem like big, dumb, toy-stompers. The watch on my wrist doesn't appear to my eyes to be the 45-mm, monster dive watch that it looks... Continue Reading →
Do it Right: Steak on the Grill Growing up, my family was not a steak-and-baked-potatoes-on-Sunday type of family. Early, with money tight, we were more likely to serve up chipped beef on toast, or liver and onions, or - hell - Dinty More beef stew with buttered bread. But my parents displayed an adventurousness with... Continue Reading →
Do it Right: Tying Your Shoelaces I'm an Eagle Scout, so I've tied a lot of knots in my time, I'll tell you. A whole damn lot. Oh, not that I can remember most of them today. But the good old square knot is lashed securely in my memory. And I could tie a bowline,... Continue Reading →
