I hate looking for recipes online. They're all like, "I'm a single mom from Wisconsin, and this dish reminds me of the warm embrace of my mother following my divorce. It's the perfect complement to a snowy day, especially when the sun is at a 45° angle to the house.
Sitting in a coffee shop. Wife is studying. I'm reading a beautiful, deep, sociological book. Great Saturday evening. Girls sit down next to us. Conversation begins: "In high school I was voted, like, most likely to be, like, president." Stoppppp