Category Archives: John Updike

Shameless Self Promotion Number Fahrenheit 180

Grill at will.

This will NOT show up any bigger on this page. Drat. So, to indulge me further, click on the image.

If you stuff all that stuff INSIDE the burger it’s done for, the stuff, once and for all. Brain numbingly simple. Pull up a lawn chair, draw the grill tongs from their holster, crack open an iced one.

These recipes are good. Honestly. That Elie Krieger is a crack.

Wrapped Up in Hope, Another Year!

With gratitude to Sorry-Birds Ellen for sending this poem to me.