Author: doug

Balaclava, baklava, whatever. I took them both to work this morning.

I’m using today’s extreme cold as an opportunity to make both chicken stock AND beef stew.

My mom is downsizing again and my brothers and I are going through her apartment, ruthlessly discarding junk and documenting the rest for family members to claim. This, for example, is the toy banjo that we siblings each annoyed my parents with when we were kids.

If only I remembered where I put my doubloons, I’d have someplace to store them now. Beer coaster for scale.

For once, our Christmas cactus has got the right holiday this year — in the past it’s been everything from a Halloween cactus to an Easter cactus.

If my father’s research is accurate, this clock — which has been in my family since new — was made in 1857. It’s a pendulum-regulated, weight-driven clock and still works fine after all these years.

Quite possibly the largest garlic clove I’ve ever seen.

Damn this is good (as you can tell by the condition of the glass behind it).

The fancy espresso machine in my office makes good coffee but its presentation could use some work.

I don’t know what they’re guarding us from.