Being an animal seems like a better life sometimes
I previously thought about what it would be like to live as a dog. Now, as I'm sitting in the backyard of Buff Loft in WeHo, a squirrel running around has me thinking about animal life again.
My date wants to tip our restaurant server, my ex; I say no
I was on a date, having dinner at a restaurant and our server was my ex. I wouldn't make eye contact and kept conversation to a minimum. At the end of the meal I didn't want to tip but my date insisted we do. It caused some awkwardness between us after. Who is right in this situation?
Squirt this deliciousness on your hands
In a world where our hands are constantly in use – typing, cleaning, brewing, spanking or simply navigating daily life – they often bear the brunt of environmental stressors, leaving them feeling dry, rough and in need of some serious TLC.
Do it or shut up
Every day it seems like the world (and by that, I mean Twitter -- or whatever it's called now) is coming to an end. And because of that, I shake my head and remember how sad society is with its reliance on social media.
He ain't got game: Tanner's disastrous date night
Ah, Tanner. He's always been a bit… enthusiastic. He approaches life with the gusto of a golden retriever chasing a tennis ball, which is usually endearing, sometimes chaotic, and occasionally, as we recently learned, toe-curlingly awkward.
Buff'ed nan'er bread
There are few things as comforting as a warm slice of banana bread. One, of course is Buff Boy coffee. Come on, that goes without saying! Both are staples in my kitchen, go-to must-haves for breakfast -- and after a great meal for dessert.
Ditch the scowl, bring back the smile
I've always heard that New Yorkers are rude. They have a certain aggressive way of talking and it gives a brash vibe to outsiders. Over here in California, I've always thought the sunshine and weather made people naturally happier. I dunno. I think I might be wrong about Cali -- at least nowadays, anyway.
He won't shut up during movies... and it's obnoxious
I had a first date with someone. It was going great. We spontaneously decided to go to a movie after hanging out for a bit. We went, it was cool to be holding hands and kind of get cuddled up. But during the movie, he wouldn't stop talking. And he kept asking questions about it. Things like, "why is he doing that?" and "why would she say that?" as if I had something to do with the script. I don't know if he's trying to play dumb and wanted things explained to him or if he just feels the conversation should continue when we're watching something together. A couple of times I pretended like I didn't hear him and was just really into the movie. I think he took the hint because there were longer stretches where he didn't say anything but I think he's just one of those talk-for-the-sake-of-talking people, like he can't have a moment of silence and feels the need to have some kind of chatter to break up the quiet. Should I say something?
So much music history in one place
Nashville's Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum is everything a music lover could want. Practically every artist who has ties to country music or Nashville is featured in this spot. The galleries are constantly rotating so I can't even promise you'll be able to see what we're showing you on these pages. One of my first observations was straightforward: There's a lot of guitars here. That seems to be THE country music instrument. But there's also a few cars to check out. Really. Partner that with some retro fashions and you're basically in a time warp.
The day my french fries called me old
There are moments in life when the universe taps you on the shoulder and delivers a reality check so profound, so utterly undeniable, that it chills you to the core. For some, it might be the first gray hair. For others, it's struggling to open a jar. For me, it was a perfectly innocent basket of french fries. And let me tell you, those fries were salty. Too salty, in fact.
It's kind of just a cup but...
My workspace, much like my brain on a Monday morning, used to be a glorious mess. Pens scattered like fallen soldiers, highlighters playing hide-and-seek under notebooks, and rulers performing acrobatic feats off the edge of the desk. I'd tried various solutions – mugs, small baskets, even just piling everything precariously – but nothing quite clicked. My desk needed something that was not only functional but also aligned with the minimalist, quality-over-quantity aesthetic I appreciate.
Buff-infused toast
Like every Buff Boy, coffee is needed to start my day. Let's be honest: that goes for most people.
Nobody wishes their ex 'the best' after a breakup
There’s a phrase that haunts the post-breakup landscape, a saccharine lie whispered, typed and sometimes even shouted for all the world to hear: “I wish them all the best.”
He's a 'big guy' (ahem) and it's embarrassing in public
My partner is well endowed and he insists on wearing tight pants even when we go to formal events. I don't think it's meant to show off his manhood but that's ultimately what ends up happening. Of course I'm proud of his blessed region but it's also embarrassing when it's on display.
Choco Buff'ed pudding
There's something irresistibly comforting about a rich, creamy chocolate pudding. For me, it's a nostalgic trip back to childhood, but I've always loved finding ways to elevate classic desserts. My latest obsession? Infusing that deep, decadent chocolate flavor with the robust kick of quality coffee -- Buff Boy Brewing coffee, of course! (Come on, like we're gonna push low-end Folgers or something??)
The manufactured loyalty I just don't understand
I've always been an outlier when it comes to "hometown pride." You know that unspoken, often loudly proclaimed, obligation to pledge unwavering allegiance to the city you were born in or currently call home? Yeah, I've never quite grasped it. In fact, I find it a little… manufactured.
Standup to be shot down
Drew's Stand-Up Special: A First Date Disasterpiece
The devine, Ms. Patsy Cline
As a lifelong fan of her iconic voice and tragic story, I knew I couldn't leave Nashville -- Music City --without paying homage to the legendary Patsy Cline. And let me tell you, this museum did not disappoint.
A shockingly filthy first-date surprise
Our group has been talking about dating disasters and the stories coming out are amazing. Just incredible! From awkwardness at a restaurant to making an ass of yourself on a first date.
So, I met someone at a funeral... my cousin's ex, and now...
I met someone at a relative's funeral. He added me on Facebook after. Turns out he dated my cousin (whose dad just died -- my uncle). I'm conflicted about where, if anywhere, this could go.
Buff'ed crème brûlée
Crème brûlée, with its smooth, creamy custard base and satisfyingly brittle, caramelized sugar crust, is a classic dessert for a reason. But what if we could elevate it with a touch of rich, roasted flavor? Enter: Buff! This recipe combines the traditional crème brûlée technique with the bold notes of Buff Boy coffee for a truly unforgettable dessert experience.
Dining in an old shipping container... sorta
Phoenix's The Churchill is a community gathering place made up of local entrepreneurs, foodies and old shipping containers. And when those team up, magic happens!
The 'Yes, chef!' kitchen cult on TV is too much
Let’s talk about cooking shows. Specifically, that grating, military-esque chorus that echoes through almost every competitive culinary arena on TV: "YES, CHEF!"
Ya gotta getta 'cotta
As I get older, I find myself looking for moods or vibes. Whether it's in the way I organize my things or just the way something looks or smells, I'm focused on moments and experiences (maybe even when they shouldn't be!).