Lately, I feel like I am being specifically mocked by Nature.
For about a month or so, Boudica and I had almost daily arguments about the existence of Yetis.
I was watching 'Saving Private Ryan' when I glanced my phone and learned that the American president had declared war on anyone who hates Nazis.
There is rarely much correlation between the things that are funny, and the things that should be.
Here it is, my family recipe, and the source of the blood feud between my Scottish and Gypsy grandmothers.
For twenty years I've been holding onto a memory, but whenever I try to explain it people react in the wrong way. Let me try again.