Ever have a slice of ham that was so mind-meltingly delicious that you wanted to kill any other guy that ever looked at it? To tie it to a barber’s chair and lock it up in the basement so it would always be yours and yours alone? To tear sheets …

Crazy busy. Or busy as hell being lazy.  Either way I feel the need to stop by the blog and say hi now and then.  And even though I lack the time to deliver a regular piece (since I’m hopelessly unable to keep ‘em brief) it seemed like sharing some  …