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Cougar versus Cougel

Some of my friends are taking issue with this blog. They don’t think I’m a Cougar. They say I’m too young, shy (ok, I made that up) and unpredatorial to qualify. I guess I’ve ruffled some feathers (damaged some fur?) because these women are approximately my age and have been laboring long hours for the […]

Every Cougel needs a fur for the winter

In my parents attempt to “dress me up nice,” they came into the city to take me out for dinner and offered to buy me some new “classy” clothes. My dad smiled and shook his finger at me, “No more of this rock and roll, college look, it’s attracting the wrong guys.” By wrong guys, […]

Embracing the Kugel

I hated kugel growing up. It confused me. Slimy noodles, raisins, eggs, ambiguous looking slop (cheese? potatoes?) disguising themselves as a casserole. I didn’t get the concept of using ingredients for foods normally eaten for breakfast and lunch, for dessert. I like sweet things, but after my meal, not alongside it. Besides, what about kugel […]