We were at the Vince Lombardi Rest Stop in New Jersey, standing in the Popeye’s line. “I guess we could have the biscuits,” Susan said, squinting over my shoulder at the guy manning the fryolator. “Can’t–” I shook my head. “…white flour.” “We’re on a freaking line at Popeye’s, and you’re worried about white flour? What […]
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Yes, that’s right friends, a bunny. Hide the kids. Look away if you must. We’re talking rabbit. I first experienced rabbit as a horrified student at Cambridge University, when I was living across the street from the outdoor city market. There they were, bunnies, hung from hooks, and I thought “What heathens, these people.” Then […]
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