Springtime Promises
Fab Hub and Kidzilla discovered a new tenant on our street when we returned from church on Sunday afternoon…
Headstones and Homesteads
I ran an errand to the mall today and ended up sitting at my Grandparents’ grave site. I don’t know why, really. I’m not much of a grave visitor. I had a rough day today. But I’ve had other rough days and none have sent me running to their grave. Perhaps it is just that…
Scrubbing Pots
My husband hates scrubbing pots. He is, in all fairness, really pretty willing to clean up the kitchen after I cook and he rarely complains. But pots are his nemesis. Particularly, pots with anything stuck, splattered, or burnt on them.
A Standing Date
On the night they met, my Grandmother told my Grandfather that he was crazy. I’m pretty sure she told him that many more times over the course of their life together, but that night was the first – at least that’s how I remember the story. My Grandparents were practically babies when they met – 14…
Sunday Dinner
I cried over my dinner tonight. It wasn’t that it was horrible. In fact, it was quite good. Roast beef cooked all day in the slow cooker until it fell apart with just a touch of the fork. Fluffy mashed potatoes with real butter and real milk whipped up just so with the electric mixer.…
Saturday Morning Throwback
Apparently, Saturday morning cartoons are not quite what they used to be. I spent considerable time thinking about this over the last couple of days. Kidzilla and I have matching sinus infections (lovely) and so we all took it pretty easy this weekend. On Saturday, all Zilla really wanted to do was curl up and…
Making Good on Some Promises
Sometimes life gets away from me. It’s kind of like an unruly dog. He snaps the leash and takes off running. I chase after him, the world a blur as it whizzes by… A few weeks ago, I did a post that included quite a bit of food. In that post, I mentioned that I…
The Food Post That Almost Wasn’t
Despite all evidence to the contrary, I did not fall off the planet and into a black hole. And despite the fact that I really hate when I hear myself say “I’ve been busy” in response to a question about what I’ve been doing or how I am, the truth is that we really have…
Put On Your Thanksgiving Pants!
There’s no way around it. No matter who you are, what you eat for Thanksgiving dinner, where you go or whom you spend it with, Thanksgiving is all about food. You don’t even have to like the holiday, but eventually, everybody’s gotta eat.