I go in and out of phases of being completely obsessed with furnishing my house.
As I’m getting older and my family seems to get crazier (myself included) I have been noticing a few small, kitchen-related quirks among my kin.
My delayed epiphany might come as a surprise to the southern portion of the country, perhaps, but it’s only recently that I’ve come to regard brisket as one of summer’s tastiest pleasures.
My father’s a builder, so when I was in college, one of my various summer jobs was working in one of his sales models down in South Jersey.
Bathrooms are kind of interesting because they’re private and public at the same time.
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