Author Miles Anderson
“It’s hard to impress me with chicken,” said the man, grumpy and arms crossed. I raised a brow. “Oh yeah?” I asked. “Watch me.” Chicken breasts—skinless and boneless, plain flour, olive oil, garlic, sun-dried tomatoes, dried oregano, paprika, heavy cream,… Continue Reading →
“There ain’t no sky today.” My friend beeped at me. My rotors chugged as I turned to him. “When do you think they’ll turn it back on?” I asked. His rusty shoulders shrugged. “When they have the budget to keep… Continue Reading →