There were some steamy days this week. It was so hot that I saw a bee take off his yellow jacket. It was so hot that I bought bread at the store and when I got home it was toast. It was so hot the debt ceiling needed a fan. There are good things to
Kids. I have zero in my household (unless you count emotional age then there are 2). But I do have more kids than I can count that call me “aunt.” I love it. I get to be the fun, cool one who never has to be responsible for a child’s behavior. I can always say
Why wouldn’t you want a cobbler to run for office? Odds are he’d be im”peached”. That was hysterical! Do you want another joke? Or do you think my peach jokes are the pits? (I’m here all night!) So with peach-a-palooza going on in my house right now, I decided that I needed to make
In the midst of all my foodie fun, I have got to talk more about my imaginary Thanksgiving dinner. Let’s face it; the turkey is the star of the show but what about the supporting cast of characters? You know who they are….the side dishes. The side dishes don’t get enough credit for the role
Every summer I have one conversation with my friends that seems to last at least two months. You would think it would be about the hot weather but it’s not. We talk about blueberries! (Oh no, another post about blueberries.) Apparently when there is an option to go out and pick blueberries everyone feels the
I did something last night that I’ve never done before. I was shocked at how much I enjoyed it. It was sweet and tart all at the same time. The best part was that it was a woman responsible for my pleasure! I’m sure you have guessed by now, I now have new favorite lemonade.
Did your mom ever make a recipe that you didn’t care for as a kid but now as an adult you are kicking yourself for not eating it? The dish that always comes to mind for me is my mom’s blueberry coffee cake. It really was a silly thing to dislike. It was cake for
I really wasn’t sure if I was going to post this recipe or not. It includes a subject that some people consider “wrong” or “shameful”. I am not one to hide from controversy so I am going to just toss it out there Seinfeld-style. Yes, you guessed it. I want to talk about maceration. (It’s