Channeling Grannie Belle’s biscuits
Grannie Belle was my husband’s great-grandmother. She practically raised Mark. She was known to sneak a thimble full of Mogan David from time to time…
Grannie Belle was my husband’s great-grandmother. She practically raised Mark. She was known to sneak a thimble full of Mogan David from time to time…
I am snowed in. Sort of. My Northern friends will laugh at this, but there is a half inch of snow on the ground. However,…
There are two types of people in the world. There are the thoughtful, practical people who replace things before they break. They don’t wait until…
I love a progressive dinner. We had one tonight, but not in the traditional sense. I had all this left-over pulled pork from my failed…
I got no respect on New Year’s morning. I have a tradition that I apparently maintain all on my own of having French toast and…
“If you wrote something for which someone sent you a check, if you cash the check and it didn’t bounce, and if you then paid…
O.K., ya’ll. I think I’m all set for 2010. I put the coins outside on the front porch New Year’s Eve and brought them in…
Velveeta is just one big block of processed cheese food love. I’m just saying. Today, I had a real craving for macaroni and cheese but…
“I feel like I’m married to Thomas Keller,” I said to Mark after an eleven-hour day cooking from Ad Hoc. “You’re not married to Thomas…
O.K., ya’ll, here’s your Christmas present. I promise this will just make you smile when you eat it. It’s Pig Candy. I learned about this…