Today on the bus I saw a Skinhead. And this isn’t just judging from his freshly-shaven, bald head, or his perfectly sculpted goatee. No, I came to this conclusion when I saw his Swastika tattoo on his wrist, and the t-shirt he was wearing, which said “ 68 more words
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Even the best cooks get into ruts.
For all the diversity in my weekly menus, I often find myself bored with my cooking. What sounds like an unimaginably exciting and exotic week of dinners to most — for example: Venetian cecchiti with hand-tossed pizza on Monday, sushi and tempura on Tuesday, Wednesday queso fundido and Mexico City-style tacos, Thursday tea-smoked duck and lo mien, and so on — can seem like “same old, same old” to me. 567 more words