the end is near

Clear your calendars and empty your stomachs. My triumphant return to Minneapolis impends. In six days I leave Waco, a trail of empty beer bottles and disheveled hotel rooms evidence of my time here.

Topping my priorities at home: cooking. Having been home but nine days in three months, with no spell longer than five days, I am eager to stock my kitchen, throw on my apron and commence the delicious cycle of cook, eat, repeat. Who’s coming over?