Maybe you figured Make It Like a Man! would be about hunting deer, carving out steaks from them, and then cooking those steaks over a campfire, caveman-style. Or maybe you came looking for a way to convert your snow blower into a pasta machine. I mean, in theory, that thing ought to be able to spit out pasta and land it on a plate 20 yards away. And you should be able to convert it with just a screw driver or something. Amiright?
Sad fact is, I’m dangerous when I’ve got a screwdriver in my hand – especially when I also have a screwdriver in my other hand.
This blog has evolved over time, as have I.
When I first started this blog, men who were taking on the role of home chef were something of a novelty, but their numbers were increasing. However, I am much, much older than this blog. Many years before I began this blog, back when I first decided that I wanted to be responsible for all the cooking and grocery shopping in my house, it was a lot more than novel … it was downright suspect. As the tide began to shift in my direction, and more men began to join the ranks, I felt that I had a lot to say … a lot to bring to the table.
Over the time that I’ve been blogging, being a man who cooks seems less and less remarkable. What began to seem important instead was that I was someone with a day job who had figured out how to stop at the store on the way home from work and get dinner on the table with enough time left over to watch American Ninja Warrior and fall asleep on the couch.
That ultimately led to one of the defining features of this blog: how to cook in a straightforward, logical way that acknowledges time constraints and doesn’t fully exhaust you, while still producing amazing, sometimes even restaurant-quality, food. A lot of times, that involves finding less fussy ways to do things, perhaps producing a dish that is less refined, but no less delightful. A lot of times, it also means producing leftovers on purpose, to get us through the week.
More fun facts about me:
I love to eat. I have a wide palate. I’m equally at home at a nine-course tasting menu with wine pairings at Topolabompo as I am with both hands gripping a backyard barbecue cheeseburger. I grew up eating Polish foods, and many of the Polish-American recipes on this blog are not only as authentic as your Polish grandmother, but are also absolutely kick-ass.
I lean heavily toward less-processed ingredients. I like to do things from scratch. I love making remarkably good food. I love to be that guy who brings something to a potluck, and people go, where’d you buy that, and I’m like, I made it, and they’re like, what the fuck?
CONTACT US if you must: like Oprah, Make It Like a Man! (miLam) used to be produced in Chicago, by Cubs fans, and like Oprah, guests of Make It Like a Man! stayed at The Drake. To contact us back in those days, you had to hang around on the Addison ‘L’ platform just as a game was getting out, and ask around for us. We used to suggest that you wear a Sox cap as you do this, so that we could easily pick you out in the crowd. But eventually we left our Sweet Home, Chicago and relocated ourselves deep in the northern woods, where we’ve had to learn to stack firewood and the ups and downs of wells and septic systems. So to contact us these days, please simply attach a comment to this page. We will not post comments that you attach to this page, but instead will respond to them via the email address that you attach to your comment. We’d love to hear from you, probably.
WORK WITH US, maybe: We’re not doing this for the money. It’s just a fun thing we enjoy. So if you’re a marketer, hoping we’ll want to “partner with you,” don’t get your hopes up. We’re not yet convinced that “partner” is the right words to describe that kind of relationship. On the other hand, if you make something that we could obviously use – like a chocolate tempering machine, or a professional-grade induction burner – and want to send us one, we will market the HELL out of tht thing like a carvival barker! (Not that the world needs another carnival barker at the moment … except that with us, you get someone who can actually string together sentences that are not just coherent, but downright well crafted.) Same deal if you’re casting the next season of the Great British Baking Show. We’re not British, but we’ll pretend to be!
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ACCOLADES: we’re pumped tp report that the Male Pumping Forum linked to our report on banana holders. We can neither confirm nor deny that our Dates with Goat Cheese were featured on Xhorni, but just the thought of it kind of makes us feel desperate to rethink that title. That is not what we meant by “dates.” On yet another porn site, one of our lovely pictures of strawberries with a dusting of sugar found a home in a category they call “strawberries iz a rockstar.” We would have paid money to be in a category called that. But we didn’t. It just happened, and we stumbled onto it. Nevermind how we stumbled onto something on a porn site. However, in our blog post, we captioned that image “Strawberries Awaiting Cream.” Can someone explain to me how that caption wasn’t suitable for porn?

Oh, David, how kind! Thank you!
Hi Jeff. I just had your delicious sesame Rice Krispie treats at Tammy’s house! Now I’m going to follow you! I live in the north woods too!
Oh, how cool! Thanks! I’m sure that Tammy must’ve told you that the first time I made them, she and I made them together.