It's been quite a productive weekend so far! With sunshine and temperatures in the 60s, Tara's been busy in the garden. First, she built a row cover for her raised beds. This is to protect them from the cold. We've probably seen our last freezing temperature of the season, but they're forecasting lows in the … Continue reading Farewell Voyage of the S.S. No Name
Category: Food
Time zones will be the death of me.
Tuesday afternoon. I'm in Hartford, South Dakota, working away on my laptop. Two interviews are in the can; the third is scheduled for 3 p.m., half an hour away, so I've got time. Or so I think. An email pops up, interrupting my work. We hope everything is okay. We waited at the shop for … Continue reading Time zones will be the death of me.
Guac-blocked by the Supreme Dictator.
Thank god it’s May 5. Not because I love Cinco de Mayo or anything (though I appreciate a taco or margarita as much as the next fella). I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with all that “May the Fourth be With You” Star Wars-themed nonsense anymore. Apparently, May 4 has been associated with … Continue reading Guac-blocked by the Supreme Dictator.
Amy Stays and the Chicken’s Embarrassed
A couple of months ago, Tara and I had a tête-à-tête (fancy phrase for "conversation") about our DVD collection. I wanted to move our DVDs from the built-in shelving unit in the basement and she wanted to ditch them entirely. Madness. I talked her out of getting rid of our DVDs. In fact, we ended … Continue reading Amy Stays and the Chicken’s Embarrassed
Business As Usual Minus the Kissing
We continue to plug along here in Casa Corona. Tara is feeling much better and her symptoms are mostly gone, though she did end up (mostly) losing her sense of taste and smell. She feels that might be due more to the congestion than anything else. It's a less common symptom with Omicron but not … Continue reading Business As Usual Minus the Kissing
Those Old Knives Just Weren’t Cutting It
Nothing says you're a grownup more than shelling out $250 for a set of really good kitchen knives. Either a grownup or a serial killer, I suppose. Recent Dexter: New Blood binge aside, we bought the knives last weekend for slicing, dicing, and chopping up vegetables–not body parts (though honestly, these bad boys are so … Continue reading Those Old Knives Just Weren’t Cutting It
What Happens in Cedar Rapids Should Really Stay in Cedar Rapids
Earlier this week, I interviewed a business owner for an upcoming feature. I’d lamented to Tara that morning that I wasn’t particularly looking forward to the story because it didn’t sound all that exciting. The guy owns a computer sales and repair shop in a small South Dakota town. Yawn, right? Topping it off, this … Continue reading What Happens in Cedar Rapids Should Really Stay in Cedar Rapids
Relationships, Jobs, & Parmesan Cheese
And so it begins... I'm referring to both 2022 and Bloganuary. We'll see what they bring. Our rockin' New Year's Eve was exactly that. We have such an extensive record collection (760 currently), it's very hard to choose an album to listen to when we sit down to play cards. So lately, we have Alexa … Continue reading Relationships, Jobs, & Parmesan Cheese
You’ll Have to Pry This Cookie Gun From My Cold, Dead, Flour-Dusted Hands
At one point on Sunday afternoon, I was gathering and stacking wood while Tara was in the kitchen baking. Then I went downstairs to watch football while she busied herself doing laundry. Rarely have our gender roles been so clearly—and, it must be said, stereotypically—defined. It's not always like that. Honestly, it's rarely like that. … Continue reading You’ll Have to Pry This Cookie Gun From My Cold, Dead, Flour-Dusted Hands
Dance with the Devil & You’re Gonna Get Burned
Here’s a friendly little PSA: if you’re ever offered a pretzel with the name Lucifer’s Straight Jacket, avoid it at all costs. Unless you’d rather spend the next 20 minutes with your mouth on fire and tears streaming down your face. If that’s the case, knock yourself out, bro. This is a classic case of … Continue reading Dance with the Devil & You’re Gonna Get Burned
Mark Petruska 