I like Eggs Benedict and I like Mexican food. One over-caffeinated morning I wondered, "What if they had a baby?" and this meal was the result. I call it Huevos Benedicto.
Ford recently flew me to Dearborn, Michigan for a tour of their headquarters. Not just a factory tour, though: this was a tour through some of the labs involved in bringing the new 2015 Ford Mustang to life.
Now, I love cars -- pretty much all of them, actually. But I have a real soft spot for the Ford Mustang. So this "making of" tour of the all-new for 2015 Mustang was sort of a bucket list item I didn't even know I could put on my list.
I primarily read about two things online: cars and tech. After nearly twenty years online, I figure my internet habits have become quite refined. I can chew through the day's news on those two topics in about twenty minutes. I don't Facebook—which I suspect is probably a good thing—and while I like Twitter, I'm terrible about visiting it often.
A few years ago, I found myself thinking about buying a Jeep. Not a Grand Cherokee, or a Liberty, Patriot, or Compass, but a proper the-doors-and-roof-come-off Jeep. I realized then that nobody makes a better Jeep (that I can buy here in North America, that is) than the Jeep TJ (now the Wrangler). This meant that for a very attainable price, I could have "the very best." Sweet, I thought, I can have the Bugatti, the Louis Vuitton, the Dom Perignon of Jeeps.
I bought that Jeep. It was horrible. And months later, I sold it.
This is the first time I've ever written on the subject of Father's Day. It's not a day I really look forward to. I mostly think of it as a chance to sell greeting cards. My kids and my wife tend to spoil me, which I like, but despite their efforts, I feel odd about this day. Guilty, even.
Personally, I use a full-sized brewer. It makes copious amounts of coffee at once in the most cost-effective way. But sometimes one cup of coffee is really all you need. Whether you’re grabbing a little alone time, or married to a weirdo that doesn’t “do” coffee (seriously, that’s weird), there are times brewing a full pot is both a waste of time and potentially a waste of the other black gold.
There's no getting around it, I don't have a current enough vocabulary to describe the 2012 Hyundai Veloster in terms that will resonate with the 20-somethings I figure are the Veloster's target market. At first glance, at least, this looks like a car designed for 20-somethings, doesn't it? Is it hip? Dope? Rad? Sweet? I haven't the foggiest idea — I'm a dad, and even if I did, coming out of my mouth they'd still be awkward.
