Sunday Gravy with yeah right: Season Finale – Meatball Sub on a Freshly Made Roll. You kidding Me over here?

Holy shit everyone, we made it. Seven. Fucking. Months later and we've officially put a bow on season SEVEN of Sunday Gravy. This shit is equal parts love and equal parts goddamn pain in the ass but it's the love that ultimately holds truest. Plus I just really love to fucking cook.

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: Empanadas!

Good morning DFO! Welp, this is THAT weekend. This is the weekend that I'm venturing out into a globally infected world in an effort to actually "do shit." Later today Eldest right and the 2 oldest granddaughters and I are off to Hollywood for the Immersive Van Gogh exhibit. To make everyone's

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: Chicken Strips and Mojo Potatoes!

Howdy folks! Pre-season football is in full swing and boy howdy can I feel opening day approaching like a goddamn forest fire. I'll give you a rough prediction of how I expect my team to finish during my upcoming team preview but just be aware I don't have the highest of expectations. Food-wise

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: Soondubu 2.0 now with Pork Belly!

Welcome, welcome friends and neighbors. It's Sunday morning and not quite the NFL season so you know what that means! Gravy Time! Oh shit, oh dear, kids have we got a fucking beauty today. While it is indeed one of those "2.0" things I mentioned last week, there is something outright fucking magical about

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: Breakfast Casserole!

Good morning! Hope everyone is still surviving and relatively virus free. I'm still in full on pandemic protocols with the masks, the washing of hands, the fucking sanitizer, the whole 9 yards. We've been doing this shit for a year and a half and I think we've got it figured out by now. Anyway. I