I think I have an ulcer

I feel like I’m pregnant with a giant lemon inside of me.  And that Giant Lemon Baby is crying very acidic tears.

A Dirty Word

I live in San Francisco, the mecca of American foodies with their dark-rimmed glasses, wine tastings, and exclusive palette for organic cupcakes.  Heck, I’m one of them.  But with the aged beef carved to perfection from House of Prime Rib to my right, and the juicy herbed turkey patties from Custom Burger to my left, [...]