RecipeMuncher

Spring is here and summer is to come soon enough. I want you to know, I do not do summers well. Others beg for colorful garden beds but give me snow-covered mountain peaks anytime. I’d rather much shake and shiver in the winter cold than melt and wither under the oppressive sun. No, I do not do summers well. Not only because sights of the blessed in tank tops and tight shorts almost always make me want to undergo a lap band, but mainly because, if I was not otherwise horizontal, I detest (...)