Come on – let’s move out to the burbs, have a baby, it’ll be fun… That’s what she said – that cutie standing next to me in the picture above. So we did. We left the big apple, the city that never sleeps, the land of never ending eats – of sushi and kobe and cronuts and barbecue and street meat and tapas and pizza – soooo much good pizza and, and, and we set up shop in sub-urb-yeeha.
See how happy it made her –
And we bought a house. And we had a little boy. Well, part boy – the other part, I think, is crazy, rabid monkey. A monkey who likes to have his face painted.
And we got a puppy. Cute right?
And so here we live. And here I cook. And this is the gang I cook for – these guys and a couple of grandmas and a handful of close friends and some friends of friends and a couple of strays…