My grandmother made this dish for me when I was a kid. If you knew her, you would understand why this was totally out of character for her. She was the iconic Southern Grandmother. Her table was laden with artery-hardening comfort food - biscuits, fried chicken, gravy, home-canned green beans made with fat back, mashed … Continue reading Zucchini Spaghetti
Tag: childhood memories
School daze
I’ve been reading so many stories about first days of school with a mixture of nostalgia, melancholy and amusement. There are tales of weeping, tantrums, and separation anxiety. The kids are having a few melt downs too. When I dropped my daughter off her very first day of kindergarten, so young, so tiny, so vulnerable, … Continue reading School daze
Back to school shopping
This past weekend was tax-free shopping in Florida. Typically the weekend when parents wait to purchase all their back-to-school supplies and clothes for their little academicians. Since neither of my kids are in a position to need No. 2 pencils or college rule paper, there was nothing I needed to stock-up on for the coming … Continue reading Back to school shopping
Confession is good for the soul…
There was a time when anyone could send me (tag!!) a random meme and I would join in with abandon. My first tagging felt like an invitation to join the Cool Kid's club. It came a few months after my initial foray into blogging and it was as if I was given a sign I … Continue reading Confession is good for the soul…
Rest in peace, Maxx
Rest in peace, good and true friend... Last night we said good-bye to a cherished member of our family. Our Maxx, a black Lab, succumbed to lymphoma. She was 15 years old. This was a difficult decision for us to make, but it was also the kindest one. We could no longer allow her to … Continue reading Rest in peace, Maxx
Pake by any other name…
When I was a kid, we had a huge loganberry bush growing along the fence row beside my house. Enormous, sweet, juicy purple berries. On warm summer mornings, I would sneak out of the house and eat my fill, only to be ratted out by the dark stains on my fingers and clothes. On occasion, … Continue reading Pake by any other name…
Thin spiral notebook 