Fontina has an Ohio heart and Philly spunk. She loves giving you recipes for hearty food, pop-culture puns and a hell of a lot of craft beer. You can find her in the kitchen, at the bar, on Twitter or marathoning episodes of Shin Chan or Bob's Burgers online.
Sometimes, I relate to Roger Smith and his constant need to be someone else, be absolutely crazy and mostly to wear lots and lots of wigs. Sometimes, I relate to Hailey Smith when I’m being annoyingly leftist and getting in people’s faces about their opinions (knowing full well I’m not able to change their minds)….
A full season in and I’m torn. Agent Carter was difficult to get into, had a hard time holding my attention AND I’ve already forgotten most of the plot of season one. But you ask, “Oh, did you watch Agent Carter?” and I’ll emphatically say “Yes! I loved it!” What the hell is that all…
It’s not easy, opening up a pizzeria with only one arm. Have you ever tried to toss dough? It’s hard enough to do with two arms … then you factor in keeping the fur out of everything … Little Wampa, an ironic nickname given to him by his friends, didn’t let this stop him from…
Sometimes I like a beer so much that I get overly excited in my purchasing. It’s the whole “eyes were bigger than my stomach” syndrome… but I like to call it “my eyes were bigger than my liver”. To combat my stuffed beer fridge, sometimes I have to take delicious beers and find new ways…
I tend to be very judgey and annoying. Ask anyone. One of the things I’m judgey about is media. Oh, does that movie have Nicholas Cage in it? I am not wasting my time. Oh, that show is on Fox? It’ll get cancelled before it has a chance. Oh, that song came out within the…
Anyone else obsessed with James Bond? Anyone? I feel like I don’t meet many females around my age that have gotten into the series. A lot of the guys that I’ve met have seen them. My mom is obsessed with Connery, so she’s definitely seen his. (She told me today she was watching Moonraker last…
Halloween is upon us and I don’t give a flying witch’s ass. I hate haunted houses. They are dark and I’m clumsy. I hate people and these people get all up in your face like it’s their job or something. I hate carving pumpkins. Where is the fun in this? You think it’s going to…
Vacation has had a bit of a rocky start but things look good now. We’re on the road, Ellen has dozed off so she isn’t nagging me, the kids are fighting but I can drown them out and there is nothing but blue skies ahead! Huh. That red convertible is coming up kind of fast…
I usually share a great deal with you, my wonderful and adored readers. Nothing is too personal… tweeting on the toilet, cats shitting on my carpet, when I forget to shower… Which is why I feel bad only giving you vague details now. So I promise to share as much as I am comfortable with….
I want to tell you something that is very true and beautifully coincidental. The first time I had ever heard of South Park, I was waiting for the school bus with my friends. Isn’t that great? I feel like I won life. I was waiting for the school bus and my friend Katie (hi, Katie!)…