Comfort Me With Offal: Ruth's Rules: A Culinary Kama Sutra
My good friend Michael Ruhlman has written eloquently about the art of lovemaking while roasting a chicken. It’s a philosophy of living that combines cooking, multitasking, and horniness, and it’s one that, as you might imagine, I’ve totally fucking embraced.
There’s no need to limit yourself…
THIS.
“the entire world can see your bald spot.”
“shut up dickwad.”
“Can’t all the money in grannie’s royal treasury buy you a decent weave?”
“Harry I swear to god”
“Don’t let Kate see that. She might leave you for a man with hair. Like meeeee.”
(Source: chiaroscuro)
Hold on; I'm thinking...: April, 1912. England. The Titanic is about to take its maiden voyage...
April, 1912. England. The Titanic is about to take its maiden voyage across the Atlanic. The social classes settle into their respective cabins; passengers wave to family, friends, and lookers-on from the very decks where their lives will forever change. For unbeknownst to them, an unwelcomed…






