What’s your Goldschlager?

There are two things I will never consume again. Two things that will always elicit a physical (and very negative) response if someone even utters the words: Goldschlager and Reuben sandwiches. I just got chills and that nails-on-a-chalk-board feeling. Like, in my soul. We all have these things. Food scars (or drink scars if the... Continue Reading →

Cupid…over 40

It just hits a little different. Technically, we are still newlyweds. Old (ish) fools at a new game, as it were. I think there are rules for your first Valentine's Day as a married couple and they involve googly eyes, chocolates, champagne...the works. But, as we know, rules are meant to be broken. We decided... Continue Reading →

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