Whenever clear blue skies start to peek between tiers of the fluffy cumulus floating by, I start to think of the warmer months to come. And when I think of the warmer months to come, I think of barbeque being consumed straight off the grills. Cold beers. Happy faces. Creative

If you know me, you know I’m famous for coming up with really, really bad ideas.  Like watching the trailer for The Human Centipede alone while eating three-bean chili.  Or going to Hard Knox Cafe for dinner after a 15-mile bike ride in the sweltering heat (which, by San Francisco