My eyebrows are evil.
Okay, okay, maybe not exactly evil, but unless regularly kept in line, always look like they’re up to no good.
It really is all the left one’s fault. That one’s what people call the “bad crowd”. The one on the right got involved with it from the very start and it’s been bad news ever since.
All by itself, Rightie just looks a bit too serious for its own good but together, they look like they’re about to take over the ship (that ship being me). Continue reading
I have a terrible habit of waiting too long to eat. Usually by the time I do, I’m pouring ketchup on my shoe.
When I do that, things tend to go down like this:
Stage One
I notice I’m hungry, but too engrossed (okay, obsessed) in whatever it is I’m doing and forget. Yup. Forget.
Stage Two
I notice that I’m really hungry and think for a moment this time that I should do something about it but — much like a squirrel — I get distracted and then forget. Some more. But — unlike a squirrel — I don’t go get me some nuts. Continue reading
Ah, fall.
The very word conjures up visions of fallen leaves in glorious color.
Cozy fires crackling in the fireplace.
Fluffy, puffy comforters.
Best-ever sleeping weather.
And … colds.
Yup, it’s official. I’m sick. And not just me, but poor Christopher too. And his mom back in Minnesota. Continue reading
Fellow food blogger, Amelia Crook of Simple Provisions got me to thinking recently. Her M.O. is:
Food does not need to be fancy to be celebrated.
To that I say, “Speak the word, sister, speak the word!”
Fussy does not mean good, and yummy does not necessary have to be complicated. Sometimes the most satisfying eats don’t even involve cranking up the stove or whipping yourself into a cooking frenzy.
Sometimes they involve a simple, perfectly ripe peach. Continue reading
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