I’ve heard it, you’ve heard it – it’s practically gospel in business circles: the food industry is the toughest game in town. The margins, they say, are razor-thin. Restaurants struggle to stay afloat, operating on mere pennies of profit per dollar.
I wasn't always a fan of jerky. In fact, I'd never tried it until my brother bought a dehydrator and he and his wife started experimenting with different foods.
I'm totally into my boyfriend. His smile won me over. When he took off his shirt it sealed the deal. When he took off his pants, it was a big womp-womp. He's tiny downstairs and it's a turn off. How should I make it better?
Suck it up and get ready to work your fingers. It’s the last thing you want to be doing but you have no choice.
I have to admit, I was rather intrigued when I heard Houston was home to the National Museum of Funeral History. And naturally I wondered if the place would be some morbid hole in the wall. Turns out it's a pretty fancy place. There are artifacts from decades gone by including a gallery of presidential funerals, showbiz tributes, 9/11 items and so many vehicles the place could pass as a car dealership.
With the SoCal heat beating down on us as we enter July, we're looking for anything to cool down. (Even though there's a pool in the backyard here, sometimes you need to stay cool on the go.)
There's nothing more a teen boy wants than the house to himself so he can, well, ya know. It's one thing to risk it when others are home but when the coast is clear you can really enjoy, well, ya know.
Want me to do it? Want me to do it? No? Well, why are you teasing me?
I love when my partner texts to say good morning when he wakes up. I've noticed he checks in on social media and posts there before he texts me in the morning. It annoys me that social media gets his attention before I do. When I've made comments about it it's started a fight. I really want him thinking of me first when he wakes up. What should I do?
Gas prices are through the roof and the cost of bacon is ridiculous. (Let's not get started on the price of eggs.) That was the consensus last weekend at a family celebration. Yes, we have deep conversations in our family.
On the surface, indoor skydiving might seem scary. I'll admit, it is a little intimidating. But when I arrived at iFly Houston and saw little kids -- and even a birthday grandma -- heading into the wind tunnel, it made me think that I would have no problem taking flight and taking a successful dive.
Yes, I came up with that title myself even after several objections from our editors in Canada! I won! Deal with it!
When we first got a dog, my partner and I were equally involved in taking care of him. We'd go for walks together, we'd take him to the park together. Now, after seven months he has no interest and it's all on me. Our work schedules are different and it's easier for him to walk the dog but he doesn't and I end up having to walk at midnight after my partner goes to bed. What should I do?
You’re not a parent, you wouldn’t understand.
Yeah, yeah, we're coffee guys, but we drink other stuff, too.
I fancy myself a writer. In today’s world I really am just a typer (“typist” sounds too formal and professional) since when I physically use a pen, I can barely understand what my message is.
My recent trip to Montreal offered an incredible opportunity to dive deep into the city's vibrant sports culture, specifically attending a highly anticipated soccer match between CF Montréal and their fierce rivals, Toronto FC. It was an experience that truly encompassed the spectrum of live sporting events, from family activities to an incredibly intense, almost unbelievable, fan spectacle.
Yeah, yeah, I know steak is best with beer. But hear me out!
I hate shopping. I can't stand malls. I'm that guy who gets Christmas shopping done online or in the mall for as short a time as possible. But, there's a but. But I love grocery shopping.
If it's not hair or dimples, Buff Boys are obsessed with fitness. (Go figure, right?) When we were offered a Etekcity HR Smart Fitness Scale it was a no brainer.
My partner and I agreed we don't want to have kids. I can't stand kids but he offers to babysit for his friends and family. Is it wrong to tell him I don't want him babysitting at our house anymore?
Ah, Gabe. A man of formidable physical prowess, a true titan of the tarmac, a marathon runner whose strides could put gazelles to shame. In the hallowed halls of Buff Loft, he’s known for his steely determination, his calm demeanor and his uncanny ability to make a 10K look like a leisurely stroll to the fridge.
Every now and then, a package arrives in the mail from a charity I’ve supported. It might be a calendar, a set of greeting cards, or even a small, decorative trinket, all emblazoned with the charity’s logo and a heartfelt message of thanks. My first reaction is often a fleeting sense of warmth – "How thoughtful!" – quickly followed by a prickle of unease. My mind immediately jumps to a question that I can’t seem to shake: Who paid for this?
Can ham get any better? Yup... especially when you add coffee!
