Like Kimmy Gibbler popping in to offer some unsolicited comedic relief, summer is knocking on the door. (If you live in Dallas, like us, it’s here, and then we get what feels like one month of bulking weather, then it’s back again.)
I hate tilapia. For some reason, I’ve always associated it with the awful, rotten-smelling seafood counters at low-end grocery stores.
Don’t go all high school girl on us and roll your eyes at yet another take on deviled eggs. No seriously, DON’T!
Fish terrifies a lot of people! There’s a pun here, but I feel it’s better left alone…