RecipeMuncher

Lazy hazy days of summer. Floatin’ along the lazy river. The lazy brown frog got squished by the big fast express train. I may have gotten that last one wrong. But it’s August, the temps are finally rising and Crabby’s brain is rapidly slowing. I always seem to go through this massive cranial slow-down in August. I stare at the TV and it’s not even on. I stare at the tomatoes, watching to see if they are getting redder. I open the door and stare into the pantry, waiti (...)