If you were to ask me this weird hypothetical question “You have to eat something right at this very moment, what’ll it be?” every day at a different time each day for a year, I’d bet solid money that more than 35% of the time my answer would be “a spoonful of Jif.” I cannot…

I quit smoking two years ago, and now I actually have taste. It’s annoying as shit. I taste notes and nuances in everything and can discern subtleties that differentiate a dish between something that’s merely good and something that’s exquisite. I finally understand why my college roommate Keith looked forward to making a fresh salad…