Skeleton at the Feast 2019
byIt’s the most wonderful time of the year. Which is to say, it’s the time when I get to give friends the gift of…
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The Ten Percent
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Impossi-bull
byWhy is it that of my many friends who are some variant of vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian, it’s this here carnivore who is most excited that Burger…
Broken things
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byIt started off so innocently. Which is, I know, what Prince Paris and Helen of Troy thought when they met for some spanakopita, and…
