The Happiest Man in the World

I grew up with a mother that I affectionately referred to as a “neat freak.” Mom always wanted everything “just so” in the house, and if things were not done her way, it drove her nuts, and then she drove us nuts. Imagine my surprise when I entered adulthood and began living with other adults, and was told that I was a neat freak. At first, when I was accused.. Read More

  Once upon a time, not that long ago, I was a bachelor who cooked about every once in a blue moon. It wasn’t that I couldn’t cook (I spent enough time working in kitchens to figure that part out), or that I didn’t like cooking (once it stopped being a job), but rather I just never saw the benefit of spending so much time in the kitchen to prepare.. Read More