“If only F. Scott Fitzgerald had climbed onto the life raft of a brisket instead of into a bottle, his life would have gone much better.”
The most dangerous bar in the world is in Cincinnati? I am skeptical.
The most dangerous bar in the world is in Cincinnati? I am skeptical.
Is this a picture of Marine Le Pen lighting a cigarette with her iPhone?
Crisis magazine has been absolutely killing it in the last couple of weeks, and I assume the person we should thank is their new interim editor, John Zmirak. I envy his flair for catchy headlines (“On This Crock,” “Life Lessons from Joseph Stalin,” “Satanism: A Primer”).
The next time I blog about cooking, this will be the recipe I try: Almond-Crusted Blood Sausage. Or should I make Pot-Roast Chicken with Romesco Sauce? Either way, I need to buy a blender.
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