There is one thing that writing Felt Like a Foodie has taught me over the years….no…it has nothing to do with food…..it has to do with the fact that I am wrong….a lot. Every time I start to think about a particular blog, I look up words for inspiration and to make sure I am using them properly in my work.  (I am laughing really hard right now…my work….like this is my art…seriously…I’m not that full of myself…well…I kind of am…but…I don’t usually let it show that much…do I?) Back to the story…I was going to write a post on how fabulously decadent my carbonaraRead More →

How often do you think of grammar, parts of speech or word origins? (If you are a regular reader of Felt Like a Foodie you are saying that I don’t think about it enough!)  Do you get excited when you see your favorite noun in a sentence?  Does it make your skin crawl if you see a missing apostrophe or comma?  Maybe you just smile when you conjugate a verb? I was walking the dog the other day and started to think about compound words.  (In case you need a refresher….compound words are when you put to words together and they form a different wordRead More →

I’m trying to make a decision if I have a bad habit, an obsession or something that requires therapy. When you enjoy something when does it become an addiction?  I’m seeing an issue and I’m not sure if it is an innocent behavior or a serious problem. It has to do with bowls. I think I wrote about this before but it is really getting out of hand.  I’m not to the point that I ask for a bowl at someone’s home or when I’m at a restaurant.  I don’t carry one in my purse (because that is where I carry my condiments.) I just like toRead More →

It is back to school time. For the past month, I smile each time I see the aisles of supplies in the store, hear the squeaking breaks on a school bus and seeing everyone’s first day of school pictures. (I’m also hearing a lot of complaints from my parent friends who get overwhelmed with their back to school task lists.) My mom had school days down to a science with her 3 girls.  I’m sure she probably complained too but it is not something that stands out in my memory.  She was (still is) one of the most organized people I know. We would get ourRead More →