“How was your holiday?” “Great. Really relaxing. Yours?” “Great” Standing in the staff kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, I’ve resisted expanding this brief exchange to include some of…
The Gearhead has been remarkably behaved and ordinary of late, leaving me little opportunity to derive inspiration for this blog. [wife edits: that’s right, it’s his fault]. In part, this…
I arrived at work Monday to a sea of green. Most people were wearing green, sweaters or pants or dresses, with some sort of shamrock detailing. And there I was,…
Food by the Gearhead's Wife 