Cocktail hour
It’s taken a while but King Daddy and I are getting back to cocktail hour. And it kind of started with a trip to the…
It’s taken a while but King Daddy and I are getting back to cocktail hour. And it kind of started with a trip to the…
After all the bacon goodness I’ve given you this week, I don’t want to hear a peep about it if you’re still not sure what…
Of course you need these. You need these because your nerves are absolutely shot after sitting in holiday mall traffic for an hour. You need…
My husband is a meat-eating man. Growing up poor in East Tennessee, Mark could always count on cornbread and beans being at the table, but…
We are headed down the road to damnation at the Community Resource Center. Bacon Wednesdays. They have become so dangerous. This all started out innocently….
Foiled again. I have been good this week. I have eaten twigs and sprouts and berries all in anticipation of going to the farmer’s market…
This is it. The money shot. It’s what tells you that it’s game on at the farmer’s market. Our farmer’s market runs year-round. The winter…
Oh, my Lord. They were all there. In the post directly below you will note my fear that Julie Hendrix, Donna Stokes Rogers and Wanda…
It is an hour before the every-other-month meeting of the Women of St. Paul’s Episcopal Church and I can promise you there are dozens of…