In a recent effort to be more smug health-concious/sustainable farming-supportive/foodie-hipsterish, I joined a farm produce co-op.
If there’s anything that we love more than a mouthful of meat, we have yet to find it.
We gays love a lot of things: attention, gossip, wigs, synchronized choreography, reality tv, ponytails… the list goes on and on.
Guess what? Here’s yet ANOTHER Asian dish, that our resident Asian had ZERO to do with.
We’ve all heard the old saying, ‘size doesn’t matter.’ In this case, and quite possibly ONLY this time, the saying holds true.
I have an unnatural obsession with corn. Whether it’s popped, on the cob, creamed or roasted, I love it in all its forms.
Ethnic food can be very intimidating. Not even just to cook, but sometimes even to eat.
Living in Texas, we have access to incredible, authentic Mexican food on just about every corner. Well, except that corner on Cedar Springs where the Bon Jovi tranny sings on weekends… But we’ll take a drag queen over a chalupa any day.
When I think about coconuts, I think about how awesome I would look in one of those hula girl coconut bras.