“Great Nixon’s Ghost!” I barked, staring at the television in disbelief. “Where did they find this useless moron? My teenage niece could do a better job than him!” “What’s that now, guv’nor?” asked my butler Montgomery, arriving with the platter… Read More ›
Scrapple
Slaughterhouse-Fifty
One of the greatest benefits of being as disgustingly wealthy as I am is that money is never an issue. Want a yacht? Buy it. Want a new luxury SUV? Buy two. Want a woman? Buy as many as will… Read More ›
Oink Oink
I just ate the whole pig. No, literally. It turns out that one of the many culinary specialities known by my butler, Montgomery, is the Pennsylvania Dutch treat known as scrapple. You might not be familiar with this delicacy if… Read More ›