1st generation Canadian-Hungarian
Father, Fly fisher, Chef, Reader, Leader, and working on writer.
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The Great Segregation Is Upon Us
The issue isn't the real issue. Instead, free will is now being relegated to the sidelines of stupidity. Now, before some of you get triggered and work into a lecturing frenzy, please know that I am already double-tapped. I've been double vaccinated since June. I weighed the issues; I debated the points and chose to believe in science for humanity, not against humanity. I trust governments as much as I think a zombie apocalypse is possible or that vampires are real. They are not. I do not.
Where The Road Splits But Goes No Further North
Homecoming Wanted and welcomed I have returned home Standing fallow as a needle Scattered on the pine forest floor
Act Of Chivalry In Front of High School Friends Ended With Night Under The Round Table
It was June of 1991, my Grad year, and along with my classmates, I felt big, important and invincible. But, of course, the truth is that High School graduation isn't that big a deal, and I was neither big nor indestructible.
Top and Bottom Caramel Cheesecake
Cheesecake. Just reading the word summons visions of rich, creamy goodness. A decadent slice of calorie-rich, comforting forkfuls of sweet comfort.
Quick and Easy Honey-Soy Braised Chicken Supper
The fact is that cooking every day for your family is tedious. Sure, you have the favourites on the carousel that you can make without hardly thinking about, but how often can you have lasagna and still be excited about it? It's tough, and I make a damn fine lasagna.
The Gorgeous, Gluten-Free Bread You've Been Waiting For.
A Gluten-Free Loaf for the Vocal Cook's Collaborative click the link to see other great recipes, stories, our index and how to get in the kitchen with us!
Gluten-Free Almond Flour Chocolate Chip Cookies
My wife is gluten-intolerant, and as a former Chef and a presently miserly husband, I am intolerant of the exorbitant prices for store-bought GF items.
The Secret Life of Tom Bradbury
The fire in Tom's left arm subsided, but the fear in his chest did not. He had lost Delia. She was right. He didn’t know how to wield the Rod of Aaron, and now she was gone. The holy staff, too. Aside from the nerves in his arm feeling like they had been through an electrical shock, a high-frequency tone rang ear to ear through his head.