Well, I can’t help that you’re jealous of my chef skills. Ask nice, and maybe I give you some pointers.
We had some natural fireworks tonight. The Thunderstorm that Ate Pittsburgh blew over us earlier tonight, dumping more water on us and creating a lot of fun during my trip to the grocery store.
Since it’s Sunday, we had chicken wings, sauced with some lovely local product, with the traditional accompaniments of carrots and celery. This is just preparation for the upcoming football season, during which time the guy I live with becomes a figment of my imagination for the next six months. So I’m warming up so I’ve got my technique for Thursdays, Sundays, and Mondays together.