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Breakfast Eggs

Eggs Benedict Arnold

I am a traitor….a dirty, rotten traitor.  Now I am not the kind of traitor who switches alliances during a war or the kind who divulges international secrets on the Internet.  I’m not even a tattletale or playground snitch.  (My sister’s may dispute those claims.) I am a food traitor.  My husband, Earl, has been …

Veggie

Not A Day At The Beach

I keep hearing it every time I walk into the kitchen.  Da-dum.  Da-dum.  (You know the frightening music when Jaws was about to attack.) The hair on my arm stands on end and I know it is going to bite me in the butt.  Da-dum.  Da-dum.  I am so scared.  I don’t think I am …

Dessert

Aunt’s Rainbow Rolls

I am an aunt.  Have I ever told you that?  I am not just an aunt because my siblings have had kids (I think we have 12 between both of our families) but I am an aunt to my friend’s kids. I am not the crazy-spoil your kid kind of aunt.  I am more of …

Pork Sandwich

You Are Pulling My Pork

Like most people, I have goals.  Some of them are simple…like clean the bathroom closet.  Some of them are a bit more complex…like take a vacation in Italy. Some of my goals involve my husband.  (Um, I’m not going to share that one!)  Some of them are completely independent of him…like taking particular cooking classes …

Pasta

Baby Steps

Baby steps.  Anyone who has ever recovered from any type of surgery understands the baby steps involved.  You sleep.  You don’t sleep.  You can’t drive.  You aren’t allowed to drive.  You shouldn’t be driving.  You can’t lift, carry or push things. It is a frustrating process and makes me understand why babies cry so much. …

Story

The Brady Lunch

As I continue to recover from surgery, I’ve done a lot of two things.  (Neither of which is cooking.)  I sleep and watch TV (mostly encores from the 70’s).  Sometimes there is a blur in my head not knowing if I am asleep and dreaming or if I really am part of the action that …

Uncategorized

This Isn’t Funny

It is just a stomachache.  I went to bed and thought when I woke up it would be gone.  What I woke up to could be described as horror.  One side of my stomach was distorted and resembled a snake that ate a goat.  (Maybe not a big goat but definitely one of those little …