Another Damn Food Blog

I know owning a home is supposed to be an asset. That’s what they tell you. It’s bullshit. They tell you it’s an asset to make a traditional 30 year mortgage seem like a great idea. That’s not to say I don’t believe in the investment possibilities of real estate,...

This is the fourth attempt I’ve made to write this blog entry. The original one began on November 4, covered the election, covered a lot of libertarian/agorist/abolitionist theory, delved into life after burnout with some really gut-wrenching realizations on my part, and then talked about the slump I’ve been in...

Holy crap! I’m actually starting one of these before the Fooding. That’s not my usual workflow. Even though I want to plan ahead, almost everything I do for the site ends up being an afterthought. Why? Because social media has to come first. So annoying. There’s a reason Social Media...

Fresh out of cooking school, I started working in one of the kitchens of a large PC clone manufacturer in Austin. I say "one of the kitchens" because each facility had at least one cafeteria. The one where I learned the most was the main fabrication facility. The others were...

The Texas Renaissance Festival in Plantersville, Texas, opened its gates for the first time in 1974—50 years ago now. My own first visit was in 1977 when I was seven years old. Seven was a big year for me; a lot changed in my life, some of it for the...

I'm honestly the worst food blogger ever. I rarely post recipes, and I’m not here to sell you stuff. Mostly, this blog is about what it's like to become a food blogger after burning out from years of relentless adulting. Now, that’s not to say I’m not doing food-related things...

I assume everyone’s burnout is different, personal. For me, it feels like my façade has worn away, leaving me with my raw, base self. That’s its own kind of challenge. It’s not always wise to be authentic in today’s world. But there’s a certain charm in it; sometimes not being...

In yet another excuse to torture some innocent metaphors, while discussing egg cookery.

I hadn’t planned on making pork chops last night. I assumed I’d be cooking something seafood-related since she’s dieting again and doesn’t get tempted by fish. But halfway through our grocery run, she suggested pork chops for dinner.

Once the mise en place was done, the Offspring was collected and we headed off to the Autumn Equinox festival at Saint Arnold’s brewery. The festival started at six, so we were going to grab dinner there first and then hit the festival which is exactly what we did.