Category Archives: Food

If you need a tiny cup of ranch, Frank’s Red Hot, or honey mustard… You might be a saucer. If you can’t make a steak, chicken, or any other food without salt & pepper (Montreal, Creole, bacon seasoning)… You might be a spicer.

This goes far beyond the battle of the sexes, the rich vs the poor, the young vs the old. It’s SAUCERS VS SPICERS

My wife is a saucer. Her whole family is made up of saucers.  At first I didn’t understand.  With every meal a tiny dose of liquid spicery or au jus must be present. Chicken gets a tiny tub of ranch or barbecue. She calls this “flavor” and don’t get me wrong, I like it. The problem is…I am a spicer. I love that little kick, the dash of  gusto before whatever I’m eating gets cooked or broiled before the inevitable hoover maneuver. 

I have to say, she’s enriched my life and palette with these dressings… These little cups of liquid joy. The honey mustard, the butter infused Shake & Bake (she took a spice and made it a sauce! Brilliant!), the Hollandaise, the B├ęchamel…

Where was I going with this? I’m not sure…Oh right… If a saucer and a spicer can live happily together, can’t everybody else? 

Saucers and Spicers


Giant Eagle & Stroopwafels

Giant Eagle, I think I love you. I struggled to not buy them all.


I’ll take a mocha almond fudge on pine.

Worst coffee ever…

This is the worst coffee EVER!

We do two things…

Baseball and watch pierogis run footraces.

Picklesburgh 2016

So I got a new shirt today at picklesburgh.

We do love our pickles…I voted for spicy garlic. If you don’t like garlic, we can’t be friends anymore.

Even pickle ice cream.

Worst cup holder EVER!




This may be the single greatest restaurant of all time.