Blog post number sixty-nine, baby. A landmark number we can all love.
Like I said sixty-eight posts ago, if that offends you you've happened upon the wrong blog.
So far this week I've managed to make cookies and order pizza. Not a great week for cooking with temperatures in the 90's so we're taking this Thursday off. We need to rest up for next weeks dinner, anyway. I'm expecting a small, rockin' army - a hungry, small, rockin' army.
What do the Chinese call a sixty-nine?
Two Can Chew.
I crack me up.
And I hope I crack you up. I suspect I do because you're reading this.
But what really is the purpose of this post? I'm not cooking anything, so why the fuck am I bothering you?
To offer this advice - Eat Out more often.
Bang on, my peeps! Bang on, indeed.