Sometimes I think about what The Carnivore would be like if I wasn’t around. Would he smell from unwashed clothes? Would an inch of dust collect on the mantel? Would he starve? I know he wouldn’t do a weekly grocery run to Target, so I imagine him living off Cane’s, Frosted Flakes, or possibly putting his…
Cajun-Rubbed Chicken
It’s a cold, snowy day in Norman, OK. Thankfully I’m at home, wrapped in a blanket, in front of the fire place. I don’t plan on moving until it’s at least 40 degrees outside. I’m going to spend my weekend cooking, watching too many movies, and working on anatomy homework. Have I told you guys I’m…