Some people prefer sweet. I tend to lean more towards savory. I can pass up a piece of candy, cake, etc., with little to no effort but put something hot, cheesy, salty in front of me and that’s where my will power gets a run for its money. This dish combines all of the elements
Even when I feel life has been taken over by the mundane and the just-getting-by and I’ve had to put aside so many things that bring me joy (this blog included) to make space for other priorities, it’s rewarding to reflect on a month and find that there were pockets of good stuff. It wasn’t
Spring has sprung and that means all of the yummy produce we can handle! And, while we’re still anxiously awaiting the best part of spring — the opening of our local farmers’ markets — we’re finding many treasures at our local grocery store to experiment with new recipes. Most recently, we tried a to-die-for carrot
In February of 2016, I started a monthly writing group as means to dedicate time to writing and meet like-minded people. While attendance waxes and wanes depending on the month, there are always at least a handful of attendees (except that one month where it was just me and a new guy and they put
Sometimes I travel for work and sometimes the places I travel to are actually pretty cool. Not always (sorry, Phoenix, I’m just not that into you), but sometimes. Such was the case with a recent trip I took to Austin, Texas — a place I had experienced for just a few days three years ago as
I left the house yesterday for the first time in six days. Last week was rough. It all started with a biking accident where my elbow caught my fall — and then my body caught the bike. Instead of our planned excursion, I spent Sunday on the couch in a lot of pain. After not
“The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.” ~Harriet Ann Jacobs Spring has sprung. It’s the start of another month. One quarter down for 2019. How is it that the days go by so quickly? The hubs and I enjoyed a quick getaway to Austin
Wheatlet, son of Milklet, Son of juicy Bacon, Is mine own name. Honeyed Butter-roll Is the man’s That bears my bag. Haunch of Mutton Is my dog’s name, Of lovely leaps. Lard my wife, Sweetly smiles Across the kale-top Cheese-curds, my daughter, Goes around the spit, Fair is her fame. Corned Beef, my son, Whose
“It’s peculiar how no-words can be better than words. Silence can say more than noise, in the same way that a person’s absence can occupy even more space than their presence did.” ― Ali Benjamin, The Thing About Jellyfish Did you hear? The world basically fell apart on Wednesday. Okay, maybe not the world but I’ve never seen
“I think if you follow anyone home, whether they live in Houston or London, and you sit at their dinner table and talk to them about their mother who has cancer or their child who is struggling in school, and their fears about watching their lives go by, I think we’re all the same.” ~Brene
