Redfield’s Tavern is one of my few favorite spots, conveniently located right by the gayborhood in Dallas’ Medical District.
With most of the bars on The Strip still closed, the queens have coopted this supposedly-straight venue.
Redfield’s Tavern is one of my few favorite spots, conveniently located right by the gayborhood in Dallas’ Medical District.
With most of the bars on The Strip still closed, the queens have coopted this supposedly-straight venue.
I have two new posts over at The Shark:
No Barbri girls in Wisconsin: my take on my neighbor’s exemption from the bar. (Read it here)
And,
Pizzas & The Crucifix: the saga of Ave Maria law school. (Read it here)
So I had my “tuna of the sea” moment…
Jamie: “How’s the pizza going?”
Me: “Fine… how do I know when it’s done?”
Jamie (opening oven): “Uh, you weren’t supposed to cook the breadsticks and the pizza at once…and they are on the wrong trays.”
Me: “What? Why?”
Jamie: “And what temperature are they supposed to be?”
Me: “It says 425 for a regular oven and 400 for a conventional oven…”
Jamie: “Conventional oven?”
Me: “Yeah, and your oven is old so I assumed it was a conventional oven…”
Jamie: “Convection oven. And my oven isn’t a convection oven.”
Me(rereading the instructions): “OH! It does say convection… what’s a convection oven?”
And yes, I looked up convection oven:
Convection ovens or fan ovens or turbo ovens augment a traditional oven by circulating heated air using a fan.
Hmmf. At least I learned something today!