Sunday Gravy with yeah right: This isn’t Leftovers, It’s The Main Event!

There are a handful of dishes that I make that come from what some folks would call "leftovers" that really can't be classified as leftovers at all. Did you really think I cooked a 14 pound turkey just to make a turkey sandwich? Oh no no. The sandwich was there for the

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: A Feast for the Americanized Irish.

Saint Patrick's Day or as we like to call it Jameson Appreciation Day, has long been celebrated in the "right" household. My mother's grandmother was a first generation Irish immigrant and I have an Irish flag tattooed on my left shoulder. And while I prefer bourbon to Irish whiskey, I

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: You’re Not Bloody Worthy, You Tossers!

English food gets a bad rap in general. Alright, I'll never understand baked beans and tomatoes for breakfast but most everything else is very tasty. For years English food has been a punchline and I've never understood why. I guess if I lived there I could grow tired of it but

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: Baked Ziti or Blessed are the Cheesemakers.

Hey everybody! Welcome back to Sunday Gravy. I'm going to try and make this a semi-regular feature again now that the NFL season is over. Results may vary but I will try. Today I'm going to bring you something both delicious and absolutely clinically insane to make, baked ziti but this

Start Or Sit (On Your Face): The DFO Fantasy/Sex Mailbag

Man, the Steelers are so, so fucked. No Le'Veon Bell, THE BEN can't throw more than probably 10 yards, and now no Antonio Brown. Funny enough, all this destruction has come solely from Vontaze Burfict. I guess he's the new Bernard Pollard of the league. Admittedly, though, [puts on hazmat