The High Life...

This really is livin' the High Life. Grilling burgers in February...Rainbows on my feet...tasty beverage in my hand...daughter flying around the yard in a sweatshirt. This has been the most stellar winter ever. Zed's been to the beach more times than she's made snowmen.



I used to hate cooking, now I don't mind it so much. I think mostly because I'm cooking for someone little and super eager to help. When I know that what I'm doing in the kitchen is more than just frustrating myself...it's doling out sustenance to a three year old little lady, then it's a lot easier to get down and dirty creative in the kitchen.

You know what else makes a guy eager to cook? Ten degree Fahrenheit weather, flip flops in February, and Miller High Life.