This is Not a Food Post

Random Rambling.

It may also be Rated R, and not appropriate for creatures of all ages and thought processes. I’m also running on 5 hours of sleep infused with a severe and well-deserved hangover because I indulged in tequila festivities last night and topped them off with a visit to Leyenda and Clover Club in Brooklyn to further enhance my alcoholic tendencies and I swear the mango got me feeling like…I literally don’t know what I’m saying. But I really did have some bomb mango and mezcal situation at Clover Club.

I never fini-

Random Rambling.

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-sh anything I start. Except for my Honeycup Uniquely Sharp Stone Ground Spicy Mustard (it changes lives. And eggs.) and this Chocolove Orange Peel Dark Chocolate bar. Okay, and like seven fresh ginger beer crafted cocktails with bottom shelf bourbon because somehow, Jim Beam, Bulleit and Makers all taste the same to me, so bring out whatever is lingering.

Popcorners: a memoir

Random Rambling.


I typically don’t convey essay-like forms about a bag of chips, but I just felt like it, seeing that I became overly opinionated on a bumpy flight.

I fly JetBlue because of the sea salt popcorn and rice cake hybrid known as Popcorners. The 140-calorie shiny bag houses the perfect amount of crunch and sodium, so you feel dehydrated enough to chug a small water, while wishing you could guzzle a Moscow Mule instead. I don’t think that makes sense out loud, but it does in my head.