Don’t Cook in Your Bikini – a letter to my sons

Today, I was working on my cookbook. It’s a book I’ve been working on for my sons for the past 10 years. First, handwritten, and then entered into the computer and now organized and digitized, it’s almost finished. I’ve got a few more recipes to add, and a few pictures to throw into place, but…

Garden hose

It’s time to get the garden in, so naturally I made a beeline for my underwear drawer. It’s the same every year. Well, okay, not every year. There were those three or four years when the kids were younger and we lived on the river. A general disregard by my kids for anything that could…

Veggie Time

I’m sorry, I have to say it. I really dislike some vegetarians. I don’t dislike the fact that they are vegetarians – heck, I think everyone has the right to decide what they want to eat. And honestly, if someone would rather eat spinach, cannellini beans and quinoa instead of bacon double cheeseburger, that’s none…

Tasting memories

Since Friday, I’ve been thinking about the premiere of Downton Abbey. As Masterpiece Theater classic television goes, it is the best of high period drama. It is also one of my guilty indulgences. When I watch it, I sometimes think of what it would be like to be Elizabeth McGovern’s character and live out my days…

Eight ways you know the holiday honeymoon is over

I’m pretty sure I am all Christmas’d out. Seriously. As I sit here on my couch on a rainy 60 degree Sunday, some of my friends are celebrating their fourth and fifth family holiday today. Heck, some of them have had more than eight holiday celebrations in the course of the last month. Don’t get…

Dear women’s magazines, I give up

Okay, women’s magazines, you win.  I give up. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to stop reading you, I’m just not going to succumb to your particular brand of torture anymore. I’ve read women’s magazines since I was a little girl. I drooled over recipes and wondered what it would be like, as a…

Cooking discovery nights

We’ve reached the moment during the week that I hate the most. It’s the cooking discovery moment. It happens every week, so I should be better prepared for it… maybe even plan for it or something, but I never do and I just assume that each one will be the last one and we won’t…

Soup beans and cornbread

  Last Sunday was soup beans and cornbread night in our house. It was 60s out in May in the South, so it was soup weather. And what good is soup without cornbread, right? There was a time when I wasn’t exactly proud of telling anyone that we regularly ate soup beans. I mean it…

Our lifelong science experiment

I don’t know how our home turned into an ongoing science experiment. And not in that “Oh, look Mom, the leftovers from three weeks ago are moving” kind of way, but more in that “Gee, I wonder what happens if you put fire crackers in a four-month old pumpkin” kind of way. It seems like there’s…

The last of the Franken Berry

My Erma BomBUST entry… Thank GOD I signed up in December… 😉 Any minute now, my children will realize I have eaten the last of the Franken Berry cereal. At least, I hope so. If I were to guess, their reaction would be “No fair! You got the last of the good cereal just because…

The Kitchen God’s Whine

The Kitchen God’s Whine Exactly what do I have to sacrifice to the kitchen gods in order to get a good can opener? I’ve already sacrificed the skin on my right arm to the oven gods for good cookies, and the skin on the roof of my mouth for good taste, but now… I’m willing…