Slim Man Cooks Blood Orange Chicken Without a Lot of Thyme

  So, there I was. Sitting in the Slim Shack, thinking about my Dad. Towards the end of his life, he ate the same thing just about every day. He started out with a cup of tea. Red Rose or Lipton. Then he’d have some biscotti. For lunch, a sandwich, and for dinner, pasta with tomato sauce. He was happy. He just didn’t want to try anything new. “I ain’t eatin’ that shit!” is what...

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