
I really like bruschetta, except when it’s apparently the entire meal. Then I still want the entre.

I really like bruschetta, except when it’s apparently the entire meal. Then I still want the entre.

I love the punch line, but you kind of have to say it aloud, and as written. Don’t real “al” as “Alabama”

This is why I prefer vermicelli. Regular spaghetti is just too thick for me anymore.

My wife and daughter-in-law are both gluten intolerant. My son and I are not, but learning there’re some great GF options out there.

There are a couple places I really enjoy getting “street tacos” from. As far as I can tell, that means “small taco”.

I have known a woman who liked rutabagas. She’s dead now, but I don’t think it was the rutabagas that killed her.

I do like a baked sweet potato now and then, especially in winter. I put butter and brown sugar and pecan on mine. Sometimes, you can still see the tater.

This was inspired by a bottle of maple syrup my wife purchased. Just the shape, it looked like a flask of alcohol.

No, I don’t want peanut butter on my corn, either. Is peanut butter really related to butter in any known way?

My oldest son and his wife keep bees. They asked me to do a cartoon for the label on the jars of honey they gifted. It looked a lot like the second panel above.