My Struggles With Sugar Part Le Deux Not so very long ago I bared my soul to you all with the perverse tale of my dysfunctional relationship with sugar. My love of all things confectionary was only matched by my colossal failure at reproducing the sweet, sweet candy, of which I can never get enough. [...]
Ode to O’Della or Christmas is coming, y’all, so I hijacked this column to give you guys the Honest-to-Dog Holiday Post that the Whisk will never do. When I was fifteen, I went to a municipal swimming pool in my small hometown. At the pool, there appeared a hurricane in a brown tank suit. It [...]
On Making Your Food Your Bitch Provocative title, no? Have you ever been around people who work with animals for a living? The good ones treat the animals with a casual lack of ceremony that can border on harshness to the uninitiated. They don’t treat the animals like babies, or their BFF, or breakable china. [...]
Hey, so I have been out of town for the past 4 days… Dragon*Con, WOO! But as it is, my brain is pretty much dead. So I have a guest columnist. It is from the mother of the whisk. This is probably going to be a regular feature, maybe once a month, so be looking [...]
Yes folks, I gave up. No way that I was gonna manage actually writing this week. So my mom wrote me a column. Enjoy. I thought it was pretty great. On turning over control to one’s mother By The Mother of the Whisk So, the Whisk was busy whooping it up at the beach these [...]