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.
First off, you should know that I LOVE mayonnaise. I was raised on toasted tomato and egg salad sandwiches, with extra mayo. There was nothing worse than boiling up a couple eggs, or having a beautiful Ontario-grown field tomato and finding an empty jar of mayo at the back of the fridge.
Thinking back, I've had a long history with Ford Mustangs...
Way back, my uncle drove me by my school once in his Mustang. He peeled rubber in front of the school, leaving long black streaks on the pavement which made me smile every day for at least a week after.
I first drove manual in my aunt's red on white GT convertible on a perfect summer day in the hills of Vancouver. I can still remember the clutch being so hard to press my leg started to cramp and shake while waiting for a light to change green.
My son Mason has food allergies. Just four: eggs, dairy, nuts and fish. Fish is the scariest. The night we found out he was allergic to fish turned into an ambulance ride to the emergency room. Nuts we avoid entirely, but soy butter makes that pretty easy to do. His allergy to dairy is slowly receding; yogurt doesn't contain the same protein that he's allergic to in cow milk and cheese doesn't seem to contain enough to cause any form of reaction any more. Thank goodness for that, because goat's milk mozzarella is about four times more expensive than regular mozzarella.
