Each February, we’re told that if we really care about our honey, we need to show it with our wallets. If he doesn’t buy you artisanal chocolates, red roses, and silk lingerie, then he clearly doesn’t really love you. What bullshit! Showing our affection in less consumerist ways is pretty
Sometimes I’m just not in the mood to gather an endless array of ingredients for my mise-en-place. But the craving for chocolate can sometimes be unmanageable; the thought of gooey and dense fudge-y, chocolatey goodness being penetrated by my Buscemian canines on loop in my brain. I like fruit, I
It has been five-years since our super hunky co-editor, Stephen Torres, eloquently shared his no-doubt drunken experience at Bob’s. Oh, and four-years since Christy wrote about Bob’s. And of course, I started writing about donuts at 2am, and then realize all of this. So, fuck it…you’re getting the 2014 version of Bob’s. Because
Over the past few years I’ve watched as San Francisco has been pulled out from under us and sold to the highest bidder. And I’m fed up and heartbroken. San Francisco is for everyone, not just the wealthy elite, and this is why I’ve decided to run for mayor....
If TV is anything like real life, then you probably got sick the day your family, fifth grade class, or intrepid bunch of crime-fighting, mystery solving youths visited the chocolate factory, missing out on what surely would have been the high point of your sugar-crazed adolescence. You can make up
Happy Christmas Eve, all! While a large percentage of the country is scurrying around to finish their Christmas shopping, Santa delivered a miracle this year and gave me the motivation to finish early. I suppose there’s a first time for everything. Now that I have some time on my hands,
I’ve been known to fancy films that are dark. Dark humor, yes. But, also those that have a dark cast to their cinematography from the natural surroundings of the locations, or the usage of digital color correction that gave O Brother, Where Art Thou? its sepia-tinted tones that gave the viewer
I don’t normally like cupcakes. At best, I think they’re a great mobilizer of sugar into the system of greedy 5th graders during holiday parties with classmade, construction paper, chain link streamers. Well, that’s the only time I made and consumed cupcakes. Then, when the cupcake craze swept over America