My chainmail cast-iron scrubber. I use my cast iron pans every week and this makes cleaning a breeze. Scrub down the pans and toss the chainmail into the dishwasher - done.

Me: “Honey, can I become a sex addict?”

Yep. I haven’t posted in a few months because, all of a sudden, I was back into the greys. It’s just not worth the effort to climb out of the pit of obscurity again.

When I started dating my Savannah-born wife, she introduced me to low country boils and roasted oysters.

I, too, grew up in Nashville. I ate many a GooGoo and piece of hot chicken. I went to Prince’s last month on a visit to my parents and thoroughly enjoyed searing my sinuses.

About 90% of the time I’m using mine to make a garlic paste to mix with herbs or butter.

I prefer pickled jalapenos on a burger but otherwise, we’re on the same page. Crispy jalapenos are also good.

I love cooking spicy food but Wifey, Son The Elder, Son The Younger, and I have different tolerances. So, I cook for the wife’s tastes* and the rest of us ‘up the ante’ at the table.

That looks really good. I love escargot but I’ve never even considered making it (them?) at home.

Wifey and I spent a lot of time talking about money and the budget.

I fly mostly Delta, with some Southwest. I don’t board with a suitcase or streamer trunk, just a small backpack. I’m also not a priority, early-boarding person any more (but that was really sweet during my business travelling years)

If I’m serving wine with dinner, I’ll open a bottle or three and use what I need for cooking.

Man, that’s been my go-to line sooooooo many times when I’ve done foolish things.

I fly back from Mexico tomorrow. It’ll be the first use of my new Global Entry card.

I’ve called her Wifey for the 31 years we’ve been married. Here, I use it because Love Of My Life or Lady Of My Dreams takes too long to write (although I call her those too)

I keep 2 Black Boxes in the fridge (a red and a white) for the single glass moments and for cooking. Convenient and I have no problems with the quality.

I’m reading this in my Mexican hotel room. Based on where Wifey and I go for entertainments, meals, etc, I have no concerns at all.

It’s not like he accidentally forgot to buy anything. He’s made a conscious decision to not have any extra food in his house and decided that, if an emergency occurs, he will simply take other people’s stuff. Who’s being shitty here?

Oh, that made me laugh. I have a friend who keeps no pantry food for he and his wife. Each week, they buy the food for the week and no extra. I think that’s weird but whatever.

You would be SHOCKED how many people hear me say that and immediately roll their eyes like I’m some nutjob prepper... Since when did have a week’s worth of food and water stored in the basement make you crazy?