Archive For August 31, 2016
I must be doing something wrong: I calculated it several different ways, and I keep coming out to 50 growlers of cider for the weekend. We may be better off with a keg.
60% chance of rain today. Still, what are odds it’ll seriously pour down during the 20 minutes I’m walking to the bus? Apparently, 1 in 1.
Work, work, work. It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it: that wine’s not gonna drink itself!
Possibly the most decadent starter I’ve had ever: roasted marrowbones.
A whole day where I don’t have to deal with people! Just me and my dogs! Yay! Another whole day without my family. Boo.
“You and I are not men who deal in five zeroes.” Name that movie.