A Gluttonous Reward For Finishing That Thing

What's that gooey pan of deliciousness, you ask?  I'll tell you, my friend, it's brownies. A big pan of yummy, just-baked-and-waiting-for-someone-likely-named-Puddin-to-come-embarrass-himself-in-gluttonous-joy, brownies.  Err, well, a partial pan of them, anyway. The kids obviously executed their right of first refusal. Still, this guy? This one is all mine. I kidnapped him from his pan buddies and … Continue reading A Gluttonous Reward For Finishing That Thing

I’m Not Saying Diet Coke Cured The Plague But It Could Have*

I apparently had the plague this weekend. Now, I know what you’re thinking.  You’re all, Puddin, dood, I totally know what you mean when you say that. I mean, this one time, I went to Vegas/New Orleans/Tijuana/Buffalo** and I picked up this hangover so bad it was like fighting a nineteen-headed hell-beast from Greek mythology … Continue reading I’m Not Saying Diet Coke Cured The Plague But It Could Have*