Guys, I’d love to stay and chat, but my Mom’s in town. Like, staying at my house, cooking my meals, folding my laundry, kicking me out of my own kitchen in town. So far, we’ve: …Asked the man at the meat counter how to cook a certain item- except in my atrocious Spanish I definitely asked him how to “kitchen” it. (He didn’t know.) …Drank bourbon. (Last night, people, last night.) …Fell asleep in front of Antiques Roadshow. (P.J. was {Read More}