It’s been a weird week for driving. Maybe it’s the heat. Possibly a strange correlation with the moon phase. It could be that Call Me Maybe just came on again.

I’ve had three unpleasant experiences in my car recently. Each incident was circumstantial with little to do with me other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but alas, resulted in the other driver succumbing to a form of road rage that involved curses mouthed in my direction, tailgating or a certain phrase loosely stated in sign language.

The most recent event really bugged me. I didn’t reciprocate the unkind gesture, partially because I was confused by the double arm waving (are you giving me the bird or taking flight? you’re not being clear). Read more →




Melissa is not a chef...well not professionally, but maybe a little bit of one in her head. She loves her husband, guacamole, her family and friends, red wine, sci-fi/fantasy novels, her dogs, wedge heels and the peace and quiet of her front porch. And of course, she loves good food.