Pineapple soaked in homemade caramel syrup awaiting transfer to a baking dish. There are many words for describing helping your 12 y/o cook in your in-law’s kitchen. “Relaxing” is not one of them.
I’ve been to two baseball games in past month — one MLB and one minor league — and I’ve never before felt so uncomfortable about all of the foul balls whizzing by. But I suddenly found it unsettling.
Then I read this: Foul Territory.