If it’s my birthday, it’s beef stroganoff.

My favourite meal is beef stroganoff. I’ve loved it since forever. My mom made it regularly since it was a meal that pleased us all, and with five, that was rare. Though I think one brother, like my son, picked out the mushrooms. For both of them, it’s a flavour and not a texture thing. I love mushrooms. Cooked or raw, they’re delicious. We make … Continue reading If it’s my birthday, it’s beef stroganoff.

What you don’t smell can be a problem.

I am not going to tell you how I’d spend a billion dollars. Do you know why? It’s a ridiculous amount of money. It’s a thousand million dollars, and no one should have even one billion, let alone multiples. If you started spending a billion dollars at a rate of one thousand dollars an hour, it would take you one million hours to spend it … Continue reading What you don’t smell can be a problem.

The challenge of the chore.

There’s no chore that I find particularly challenging from an execution perspective. Maybe ironing, but only because no one I know does that anymore. If I hung out with office-bound individuals, perhaps my exposure to the art of ironing would be greater, but I’m willing to let that particular skill die a particular death. My challenge with chores relates to will, in that mine is … Continue reading The challenge of the chore.