In the interest of decluttering my inbox and my brain, I have a few loose ends to tie up this week which is code for, “I don’t really have one good topic so I’m going to try to present a few small, good topics which are actually small mediocre topics at best.” Let’s start strong with a quick tip. An old friend of this column, Paul, once suggested that peanut butter and bacon sandwiches are completely sane and normal and that there is nothing weird about eating them at all.
I took Paul’s advice and while I wouldn’t say peanut butter and bacon was not delicious, I also have not made this a regular part of my repertoire. In a recent moment of ingenuity, weakness and shame, I found myself in possession of both peanut butter and a bag of kettle cooked potato chips, plain flavour. Subliminally, I think Paul’s spirit told me to dip that chip in the peanut butter and the result was a flavour combo I could endorse with all my heart.
Or at least the part of my heart that isn’t yet completely clogged. Now here’s a seriously helpful life hack. My wife and I don’t hate plants, but we’ve never been able to keep one alive.
It’s not the location either. It’s us. I’ve tried keeping plants at work too and it always ends with my office being decorated with a bowl of dirt.
Whatever plant I’ve tried to cultivate just shrivels and dies. Apparently, you’re supposed to water these things occasionally but I’m a busy man. Where am I going to find six extra seconds e.