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May
Soberdough Bread
Soberdough. Remember that name. I was in Monteagle for the annual Women of St. Paul’s retreat and I wandered into Mountain Goat Market looking for…
An apron with my name
I want an apron with my name on it. I stopped working full time in January. I can’t quite bring myself to call it “retired.”…
Falling out of love with my grill
I never thought I would see this day and I’m even hesitant to write about it, but I’ve had a revelation regarding my gas grill…
The Wedge
Forget grain bowls, coconut-oil based dressings and…please…no more kale. Lately, I’ve been pining away for a good old Wedge. No one knows who invented that…
Make yourself a regular
King Daddy and I adopted a travel plan when we first went overseas. Go to one locale and make yourself a regular. When we went…
Goulash
I seem to be surrounded by goulash these days. Now that Dammit Boy lives in Vienna he makes it or eats it in a restaurant…
The fruit ninja
My son, who many of you know as Dammit Boy, is a 26-year-old research associate at the Vienna Center for Disarmament and Non-Proliferation. He is…
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March
The blizzard of ’13
We are preparing for the worst here at 5117 because there is snow coming! Northerners mock us for our lack of bravery in the face…
12
September
Peanut butter, bacon and apple sandwiches
So wrong and yet so right. That’s how we roll at the Community Resource Center. Every Wednesday is Bacon Wednesday at CRC. It’s just a…
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May
My $135 head of lettuce
It is Sunday morning and I’m heading to Aldi after church to get Noah some fruit. That boy is eating me out of house and…
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January
We might just starve, part two
Awhile back, I told ya’ll about our annual get-together with my in-laws and my son and daughter-in-law in the mountains. We bring enough food to…