On a cold and wintry morning you really need to wake up to a bacon filled hot breakfast. Especially if lots of wine was involved the night prior. “Oh the weather outside is blizzardly” I may or may not have just sung those words to our dogs. Yes, I realize that blizzardly is not a …
It’s nine p.m. I’m in scenic and snowy alpine-lic-cous Mammoth California and I’m fucking choking. I have been coughing and drinking wine for two hours. Wine helps the coughing, right? Red hot chili flakes would be the source of my itchy throat. Our evening began hours earlier when J and I …