My Boy, Bob
My boy, Bob, is one of two cats who live at the Mayhew residence. The other one is Peanut. They came as a pair from…
My boy, Bob, is one of two cats who live at the Mayhew residence. The other one is Peanut. They came as a pair from…
The temperature in late July in the South hovers around the mid- to upper-90s. The humidity is oppressive. It is, of course, the time of…
Well, I got my comeuppance tonight. I’m a corn snob. I think – or thought – the only corn worth worrying over was Silver Queen,…
I’m not sure when I acquired this addiction, but I am absolutely devoted to Cheez Waffies. Back in the day, growing up in Illinois, they…
I am quite sure they never allow Southern women in Hell’s Kitchen because we simply wouldn’t put up with all the cursing and yelling that…
So I’m sitting here with a glass of red wine and 20 minutes before supper has to be ready in order for me to watch…
You know, I’m feeling a little indignant about iceberg lettuce right now. Or at least about it’s reputation. It’s the pauper of lettuces – no…
When I was a kid, my mom would make me Velveeta and mayonnaise sandwiches on Wonder Bread. I actually thought that Velveeta was a type…
You’d better bring your A game if you want to compete with Donna Stokes Rogers at coffee hour at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Franklin….
On tour at the Franklin Farmer’s Market, the best reason to get up early on Saturday morning. It’s the real deal. All organic. Every farmer…