In our modern age we rely on precision in our measurements. Even when we don’t need it, our devices give it to us. Google maps tell us how far away Grandma’s house is, down to the tenth of a mile. Our scale gives us our weight to the hundredth of a pound. Our workout app … Continue reading A heap of Thanksgiving measurement
I am old enough to remember a time when exactly two foods could be delivered to your home with a phone call: pizza and Chinese. If you lived in a small town, had relatives nearby or belonged to a caring church, you might also have food delivered to you if a loved one passed, you … Continue reading Having your hopes ‘doordashed’
In the New South, we have so many choices on where to eat out, my Darling Beloved and I resort to the process of elimination, filtering by geography to narrow our voluminous choices. It goes something like this: Me: What do you want to go for dinner tonight? DB: I don’t care. You pick a … Continue reading Get thee to a ‘meat and three’
There are two kinds of personality tests: scientifically valid and silly. This is the latter. Among the myriad serious assessments of your “type” or “preferences” are Enneagram, DISC Profile, Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, the Big Five Personality Test (aka OCEAN), and Clifton Strengths Finder. I’ve taken them all at various points in my illustrious career and … Continue reading Mexican restaurant personality quiz
Life presents us a dizzying array of choices on a daily basis. Invigorating to some and debilitating to others, probing our innermost desires to come up with a decision can be stressful. Or, it can be great fun. In recent weeks two forms of the same parlor game have been circling in the orbit of … Continue reading Games of choice
A coffee bean’s life ends violently. The ripened coffee cherry is plucked from a tree. Its remains are processed either with a fermented liquid or in the sun. The outer layers of peel and parchment are stripped away, baring its inner bean. That bean is roasted (over roasted if it's sold by Starbucks) and ultimately … Continue reading Special delivery
With so much tragedy in the world, it grieves me to report another catastrophic event has occurred right here in Lilburn at the Publix Super Market at Five Forks Crossing. On June 8 in the year of our Lord 2024, they were out of Utz Pub Mix. When the friendly cashier asked “Did you find … Continue reading In the mix
It’s only a slight exaggeration when I describe lunch as my favorite seven minutes of the day. After more than 30 years of work, I’m still learning to pad my calendar with time between meetings, and I often find myself squeezing in lunch while responding to emails, drafting content or catching up on breaking news. … Continue reading Method to my leftover madness
All families have stories that approach legendary status. Ours is the story of my dad and the sloppy joe. It's probably the family story I tell most often because my tradition-loving middle son, Harris, insists I tell it every time we eat sloppy joes. Have plenty of napkins on hand and maybe look into some … Continue reading Beware of the sloppy joe
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