My wonderful, brilliant, witty husband suffers from a debilitating condition. Though the signs and symptoms were there all his life, we only found the actual diagnosis during nursing school. Shall I share the name of his condition? I shall. My otherwise (almost) perfect spouse suffers from: Chronic Blank Page Syndrome.
Questions for which there are no correct answers: Who’s the best James Bond? What’s the best book? (Obviously, we’re talking fiction here. No religious debates!) When do kids develop ‘inside voices’? Where’s the perfect vacation destination? Why do dogs stand up just as you are stepping over them? Which jeans fit best? How many times will I lose my car keys today? Dark or milk chocolate? Mama, what’s for dinner? In case you are wondering about the answers at our house: I don’t like the movies much, but Liam prefers Connery. Pride and Prejudice (I let myself reread it once
Does anyone remember the old commercial for Rice Krispie treats? Mom sits in the kitchen reading peacefully. When she finishes her book, she sighs contentedly, then splashes water on her face and sprinkles flour across her cheeks. She takes a moment to school her expression to that of someone who has slaved all day. Then, she grabs her plate of Rice Krispie treats and takes them to her family. Her family, not realizing that Rice Krispie treats take three ingredients and ten minutes, cheers and hails her as a cross between Mother Teresa and Julia Child. When my kids were
Last week, I worked Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. I work thirteen to fourteen-hour night shifts and have a three-hour round-trip commute. So, when I went to bed at 10:00 on Thursday morning, it kicked off a sleep-drive-work-drive pattern that lasted until 10:00 Sunday morning. I should’ve continued the pattern for one more round of sleep, but instead, I fought my way through the haze to spend time with my family. By the time I got to bed at 11:00 Sunday night, I’d been up around thirty hours. This is far from ideal, but for now, it’s my life. (If you
My first date with my husband was in 1986. Yes, thank you for asking. I was still in diapers when we started going steady. I’d known him several years, but only loosely. He was old enough to drive when we met, and I was still in junior high. Obviously, quite a lot of time passed before I was ‘cool’ enough to catch his interest. So, our date was a BIG thing! My best friend and I discussed possible hair and outfit combinations. My mom, (who’s always been better at clothes than me), weighed in with suggestions. I spent ages trying
Let’s kick off our Outfitting in the Kitchen series with Potluck Survival 101. Remember, we’re considering recipes we can plan in advance, like outfits to wear to specific events. In this series, potluck food is a lot like business casual or Sunday night church clothes. This type of food should be pretty and good quality, but not too fancy. It should also be easy to transport, like comfy work shoes versus great heels.
Cornbread is just Heaven! This comment from my youngest son has gone down in family lore. This cornbread is one of our favorites! There are as many versions of cornbread as there are southern cooks. Sweet or savory? Cakey or crusty? The recipe below is crusty and slightly sweet. It is tasty slathered with butter and is the perfect pair for soup or stew.
What do your recipes and your LBD have In Common? I work in a very specialized pediatric ICU. Our team is intelligent and well-educated. They’re the people I would trust to care for my child if I was on the other side of the hospital bed. However, many of these nurses’ educations didn’t include much lab time in the kitchen. There are exceptions, but quite a few are ‘cooking-o-phobic’. A few years ago, I brought cinnamon rolls to a work potluck. Several ladies asked me where I bought them. I explained, that I made them. The group was impressed.