Randy and I were discussing celebrity chefs and I was reminded of a family reunion. Our baby boy, Joey will be 23 on April Fool’s day. When he was 2, we attended a family reunion on Randy’s side of the family. There were dozens and dozens of people there, so you know, it was my personal hell. Holy shit, you guys, the only thing I hate more than large gatherings is my yearly lady parts...
A night without internet started like this. Something happened that was pretty cool. It stemmed from a mundane act, something that happens every evening. We feed the cats wet food every evening around 5:00. We have to feed them in separate rooms because Alfie is an asshole and chases Gertie away from her food. So, Alfie eats his dinner in the same spot every night and Gertie eats in whatever room...
“Don’t cry over the ugly things, baby, cry over the beautiful things.” This is one of my favorite things that Randy has ever said to me. I remember his words and I remember to seek out the pretty things. I remember everything isn’t shit, even in this horrific year. 2021 is taking it’s own sweet fucking time getting here. I do, however, try to seek out things that...
