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I Would Do Anything for Run (But I Won’t Do That)
Sunday. Run Day. It’s lonely out there on the trails these days. I laced up and logged a quick eight klick run through the locals this morning. The snowy paths were worn down with thousands of footprints. The crisp air was calm but dry. Stragglers from another universe were out walking their dogs. For the
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When Good Iron Goes Bad
My beloved twenty inch cast iron grill pan developed an ugly blemish over the autumn months. A scar. A scab. A patch of failing seasoning crusted, bubbled and flaked off leaving a rough spot the size of a medium pancake on the middle edge of an otherwise awesomely seasoned piece. This isn’t beauty-shaming. A good
