I’ve been on a French Dip kick lately. Not just a drive-by-Arby’s-to-get-one-every-now-and-then thing, but a I’m-gonna-make-one-every-damned-night thing. It’s so bad, I thought about starting this blog as, “Hello, my…
I’ve noticed there’s a kind of food hierarchy that’s developed in my household…and I’m mighty close to the bottom. I shop for groceries every Sunday. As with most households,…