RecipeMuncher

Or maybe “I’m Bad Company, til the day I die”  for the mid-life crisis part of the show. I’m a few weeks away from turning 42 - young, but not too young. But in kitchen years (kinda like dog years), that makes me an old man – downright codgerly, in some respects. My arms are scarred, my fingers arthritic, my back held together with duct tape and drywall screws, and Michelle just made me put my glasses on to write this. At this ripe-old age, I’m not all that open to chang (...)