Grubography. Pimp My Beefcake.

I love me some beefcake. Made this up as I went along. Recipe to come soon. All I know for now, is that I married beef and pancakes with a heavy dose of herbs.

Hall of Presidents

  Remember the presidential display at Disney back in the 80’s? The Hall of Presidents. Good times, good times. I remember coming out reciting Lincoln’s address. I was in awe. Now kids will simply be reciting words like, “bleep, bleep, bleep.” Interesting to note, the display is shut down during Trump’s inaguration. 😉 “Just coincidence,”…

Only You.

She woke me beneath my dreams and said you came once more, To leave a suicide note that you slipped beneath my door. “Too late,” I thought, as she repeated your name to me. I saw the letters I wrote you, torn and tatter-free; Preserved in guilt and shame, written for her to read ……

System Breakdown. Rant.

The individuals I have met on my journeys in the last 7 years, are some of the most creative, inspiring, ambitious and brilliant people I have met in my entire life. Some of which could transform this world from the inside out. Fact.

Grubography. Pimp My Salad.

Mix in a lil’ chickpeas, black beans, baby tomatoes, onion, garlic, peppers, basil, cilantro, dill and parsley. Add some vinegar, oil, lemon juice, salt and pepper and we’re good to go. Fry up some parmesean cheese chips on medium high heat. Let ’em cool and dig in for a cool summer treat in the midst…


When autocoorect can’t spell auto correct and replaces ‘of’ with ‘Pfizer’, we have a problem. #truth

Grubography. Pimp My Taste Buds.

Hands down, best meal I’ve made yet. Simple. Sophisticated. Sizzlin. Fried chicken, mozzarella, basil, dill and spices broiled on top of buttered Chibatta bread. Topped with Balsamic Fig Dressing. Hands down, a.m.a.z.i.n.g. A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.

Grubography. Pimp My Steak.

I’m exhausted! Hungarian Mushroom Soup. Side of steak-stuffed pastry baked in motzerlla and basil, drizzled wih balsamic fig dressing. Recipe to come later…right now, I need a clean-up crew.

Drunken Dream Catchers

Medusa’s on the table Dancing on Scarecrow’s brain, While Tin Man’s in the corner mending hearts, As the new girl waits in vain. Paul Bunyan’s on the shelf Sowing his wild oats, As Babe the Blue Ox forges lakes, Where the loons can crack their jokes. Liquored up and saddled in, The characters take their…

Where We Once Roamed.

Never let anyone strip you of your power. ~Where We Once Roamed~ These people aren’t my family and these steps don’t take me home, to the top of the hill where I reign down on my kingdom where I once roamed. They were ghosts at best, with routine whittling at their bones. I have no…