Yesterday, real milk and today, still discoursing on dairy -- yogurt, this time.

This is where I buy my milk and dairy.

A family member experiences the occasional bout with gout so we’re usually considerate of what’s offered on our Sunday lunch table. But not today.

It looks quite the unappetizing dish, I know.

They say that there are only two types of “food” that don’t need refrigeration: alcohol and honey.

At 9 a.m., the world seems bleary pre-coffee.

My computer has died on me. No, not crashed, DIED.

Giving in yields to a pleasant discovery.