Part of the fun of cooking, for me anyway, is the memory of good people, good times, and good food. Blogging about those good memories… ( Read More )
Like Mom used to make…
I remember the first time I ate brown gravy on mashed potatoes. That brown gravy was one of the few things my mother made from… ( Read More )
Welcome to the playground!
I love to cook. More than that, as my husband often says of himself, I love to eat. I love everything about the process… the… ( Read More )
so good so far…
Travel must surely be the litmus test of one’s propensity for morning function. I have never professed to be a “morning person.” “Mourning person” is… ( Read More )
in with the new…
Every December 31, New Year’s celebrations are held across the globe. Although the celebrity entertainment has changed over time, the concept remains the same… reflect… ( Read More )
space… the final frontier
Until my early teens, my family lived in a house with one bathroom just big enough to hold a toilet (behind the door), a sink,… ( Read More )
unfathomable fear…
I am watching a mother and child wade into the water. The mother wades out and begins to swim. The child, a girl perhaps ten… ( Read More )
sand in me toes…
The first time I played on a beach was in the Northeast, on Lake Erie. There, in the slight chill of the May ocean breeze,… ( Read More )
pretty shiny things…
With every vacation comes the thought that I will write prolifically. I love to write and never go far without paper (or wordpad). I envision… ( Read More )
handy…
“Excuse me, ma’am… are you married?” This as I was crouched in front of our car during my lunch break, in the DMV parking… ( Read More )