Writing Workshop: Worst Meal Ever
Today, I was horrified by inspired by Kitchen Witch’s story about Shipwreck Casserole – I have never heard of such a thing. Her story immediately brought to mind some of my least favorite childhood meals. So I decided to join MamaKat’s Writing Workshop this week and play along…
What I’m Reading Now
I read cookbooks like novels. Can’t help it – they’re like a love story. My favorites are the ones that actually do tell a story in addition to giving great recipes.
Thoughts on Dreams
I admit it: I am one of those English majors who will “think for food,” as the joke goes. I will read and think about pretty much anything you throw at me. If there is food involved in the process, more the better. When I think about life, my thoughts nearly always turn to words for…
Things I Never Thought I Would Do
Once upon a time, I was completely non-girly. Femininity is one thing, but girly-ness is a whole other state of being. I did not cry at sappy love stories. Anything sparkly, ruffle-laden, or pink would cause me to roll my eyes and make retching sounds. Princess movies did not make me swoon and the sight…
Did You Really Say What I Think You Said?
Sometimes life is absurd. Over the several years, Fab Husband and I have found ourselves saying things out loud that are seemingly absurd. Generally, it is something one of us overhears when the other is in the next room. By themselves, these things are truly absurd. However, when placed within the context of raising a…
A Random Thought in a Busy Day
Today’s random thought is brought to you by Fab Husband. Some things just make you scratch your head…and wonder. Fab Husband took this photo and said I should put it on my blog:
Thoughts on Patience
Tonight, I was halfheartedly poking around looking at quotes and short pieces on patience – because I’m not feeling very patient right now. Not with anything. Not with the pizza guy or the Rotten Cats or the weather. Not with myself or the people around me, not with the circumstances in life that we’ve been…
Know What Really Bugs Me?
I hate bugs. A lot. Actually, it’s more accurate to say that I am terrified of bugs, therefore I hate bugs. I can’t explain it (guess where they get the term “irrational fear”). I cannot recall any particular bug ever doing anything unspeakable to me, other than a mosquito bite or a bee sting. But I…
On Grandmothers and Tradition
My Lovely Italian Grandmother made terrible polenta. Seriously. Terrible. Polenta. She was the kind of Grandmother who, when you entered her home, asked about your last meal before she asked who you were. “Here…sit. Eat,” she would say. Her Mother did the same – it’s how we got one of my in-law uncles. He sat…