Chuck Wendig is a novelist, screenwriter, and game designer. This is his blog. He talks a lot about writing. And food. And the madness of toddlers. He uses lots of naughty language. NSFW. Probably NSFL. Be advised.

My risotto brings all the boys to the yard. I don’t know what they do when they get there. I guess they probably beat me up and take my risotto. Which is a really sad and violent end to this whole affair, but that’s just how my risotto is. It’s that good. How can you not love food that invites tragedy? Anyway. It’s autumn, which for me is the Time of Risotto. I don’t know why. Risotto is comforting. I like to make a pillow out of it and just rest... Read The Rest →

In a roasting pan, deposit the following: one sweet onion, chopped into maybe eight pieces. One small carrot, skinned like a rare African monkey, chopped into four or five rough pieces. Two bell peppers -- one red and one yellow if you like the color. Sometimes, though, I use smaller sweet peppers if they're available.

I thought, "Mmm, macaroni and cheese." I have a recipe I use, and lo, it is good. But then I thought, "What would make this recipe double-awesome? What would make this recipe do keg-stands on my taste-buds? Sausage."

And I thought, you know what I enjoy at restaurants? Lettuce wraps. Give me a leaf from a head of green leaf lettuce, put some delicious crap in there, and I will eat it like some kind of madman taco -- the crunch, the crispness, that slightly bitter tang of the lettuce. Yeah. Yes. I wanted that.