Tom grew up in Milwaukee, bartended in Wauwatosa in the '70s and moved here in 1984.
Commentary, observations and musings about the outdoors, life in general and maybe Tosa politics and personalities will be the order of the day. He savors a lively debate as much as terrific cooking.
The other day I was de-boning a thawed pheasant when the dog tiptoed into the kitchen - nose twitching. Ordinarily she does this when the chopping of raw vegetables occurs as an errant hunk of carrot might miraculously find its way to the floor.
Did you hear cheering coming from the Palace or was that just my imagination?
It was back to the world of reality today. The routine of the day job and the back-log from being away from the day job. Changing my eating habits and no more sleeping-in. It wasn’t a slap in the face – but it was close. Let's call it a rude awakening.