So. It appears that I've been blathering on long enough now to reach the momentous marker of Post Number 200. I don't know how I...

I say, " Holy shit ." Or sometimes I say," That's a shitload of potatoes." Or sometimes I say, "The potatoes wi...

Oh wait, no. That was Sublime . Remember that line? On the 40 Oz to Freedom album? Remember 40 Oz to Freedom ? Do you even remember al...

I will admit right here that I had some doubts about the lamb. About the taste, I mean. I'm not a fan of strong-tasting meat. I can'...

Wanna see what 180 pounds of lamb looks like? Kristin had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb . . . Except they weren't little--the...

In the interest of fairness, I couldn't just write one letter . . . Dear people who read this site and comment all the time: Have I told...

Yesterday, September 27th, A. fired up the woodstove for the first time. I'm pretty sure this is the earliest date in Blackrock history ...