I’ve always wanted to write a blog, but never fully committed with a lack of enthusiasm.  Lots of semi-developed ideas later, I find myself unable to concentrate on anything but this one idea – the henpecked husband. A title I’m often given by coworkers. “If you look up henpecked in the dictionary, Bud’s picture is right there!”  This typically follows a short illustration of the overthought meal I’d prepared for my wife the night previous.

Unaware of it’s meaning, I actually looked it up and realized – I’m not henpecked.  I just love my wife.  She doesn’t ask me to do the things I do (most of the time), but I do them because that’s what being a man is about. Proving to your love the reason they chose you everyday SHOULD be your priority.  I can tell as I write, baby-boomers are rolling their eyes and men of the 1920’s are rolling over in their graves.  I’ve always found the status quo of the domesticated spouse interesting.  It’s always the woman. When a man comes home to a wife in the 21st century, it’s likely she’s returning from a long day at work as well.  Who cooks and cleans in this situation? Times have changed.

Why? Because you’re a man damnit.  You SHOULD be able to get up, walk the dog, go to work, slave away, research a meal, buy groceries, flowers for the wife, workout, cook, and kiss her on her way in.  That’s how MY mother taught me to treat my wife and that’s the mentality I urge you to adopt.  Think happy wife, happy life – modern rendition.

This place will be a haven of recipes, photos, beer reviews, projects that I’m working on, and generally just cool shit I find worthy of sharing.

On that note – let’s start with some healthy yet manly tailgate food…see post to follow