Dear Dad, I’m sorry you died yesterday.  I am glad it was peaceful and that you were home in your chair watching TV.  I hope you weren’t scared and that your mind was at rest. I wish I could have told you all of this earlier and I wish we would have had a different relationship.  You know the kind you see on TV with little girls dancing on their dad’s feet or a Dad walking his daughter down the aisle.  I do know you loved me but you kept me at a distance because you lived in fear of losing me.  Neither of usRead More →

I get a lot of emails on my blogs.  A lot of them just think I’m funny or a fan of the recipes but this week I received a very interesting email that put me in an interesting position. The views on Felt Like a Foodie are my own.  The “research” is my own.  With that said, if I give out information that may be confusing, I will say the fault is my own. My past blog on salmon was apparently “off” a little or at least my point of writing it was not represented the way I intended so I would like to clearRead More →

The week of Thanksgiving….the week that is supposed to be dedicated to food…the week where I really don’t have much to do in the kitchen?  Whaaaat?  Thanksgiving is my husband’s family’s holiday.  I have yet to offer up my house as the destination because in 19 years of marriage….because honestly….it has never been my favorite holiday. I guess I haven’t been a fan of the mandated food requirements or the stress of timing it all.  My fondest memories are of those as a kid at my grandparent’s or aunt/uncle’s homes.  (Or the year my sister made a cranberry shoot out her nose….that was probably myRead More →

So, Labor Day is here (or past depending on when you are reading this) and we already have leaves in the yard.  I’m not complaining….Fall is my spirit season.  The cooler weather, the changing colors and comfort food makes me happy….really happy. I was walking a lot in my yard this past week and enjoying a breeze as it whipped through my hair like a supermodel under a fan in a photoshoot (okay….I’m pushing it here but you’ve got the picture.) The handful of leaves were rattling behind me as I stopped to pick more from my bountiful crop of tomatoes.  As I plucked thoseRead More →

  I like to twirl…..and twirl….and twirl.  Do you twirl? I can walk in my yard and just start to spin.  My arms spread out and my head tilted back.  I spin for only a moment, just enough to get my hair flying and feel a gush of wind on my face. It is an amazing feeling of freedom and lightheartedness that usually is reserved for little kids. It is that sense of not having a care in the world.  You are immune to everything.  It is uninhibited and it is fabulous!!! I think that is why I like to use the word twirl whenRead More →

When you hear the words “inside-out”, what do you think of? Do you think of the film where every emotion has a character?  (If you haven’t seen the movie, it is cute.) Do you think about accidently wearing a piece of clothes the wrong way?  (I went to the beach last week and put my t-shirt inside out when I left…went to lunch like that…and then errands….or at least that is the story I’m going with!) Sometimes inside out makes me think of just being all turned around and not knowing what is going on.  I have felt like that lately.  I feel like thingsRead More →

STOP THE PRESSES!  STOP THE PRESSES!  Wait….this is only on the internet….STOP TYPING….DON’T HIT ENTER….DON’T POST ANYTHING YET!! I’ve got HUGE news to report.  After my last blog on sonnets, I received a huge response.  (I thank all five of you who chose to reach out.)  Besides being told I know nothing about poetry or Shakespeare, I was told that I OBVIOUSLY don’t know as much about food as I thought I did.  (I thought this was a little mean, obviously, I am transparent about the fact that I am always learning and that is why I spend so much time on The Google….and citeRead More →

Sonnet 1:  Ode to my Garden (With a little help from Elizabeth Barrett Browning…. but my iambic pentameter and stanza are a little off) How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth of my countless bags of composted My roots feel free to grow and don’t feel hurt. For your pretty flowers and green leaves. For the vines of cucumbers that roam free To the height of tomatoes that have outgrown me I love to water you every single day And watch the way you absorb sun rays. I love thee for the veggies that you grow.Read More →

“We go together Like rama lama lama ka dinga da dinga dong Remembered forever As shoo-bop sha wadda wadda yippity boom de boom Chang chang changitty chang sha-bop That’s the way it should be Wah-oooh, yeah! We’re one of a kind Like dip da-dip da-dip doo-wop da doo-bee doo” Do you remember this song?  It is from the movie Grease which I love to watch every summer. I woke up humming this today as I sorted socks in the laundry.  (FYI….it is a great sock matching song!) As I was “Boogedy boogedy boogedy boogedy shoobee doowop shebop”ing my to the bottom of the basket, IRead More →

Tomorrow is Tuesday!!!!  Do you observe Taco Tuesday?  I write that like it is a religious holiday and to some it is one.  Simply, it is the weekly ritual of eating tacos on Tuesday.  (It would be cool if there was a little more than that like maybe doing a shred the cheese dance or a tortilla fling to the sky to thank the taco gods.) I think when the term was first coined, a fast food taco joint took credit for it and tried to own the name….and we all know Taco Tuesday can’t be owned!!! You can make your tacos at home andRead More →