I am Southern, with a capital S. I was born and raised in Tennessee. My mama taught me to make the Holy Trinity of summer cuisine: fried chicken, blackberry cobbler, and sweet tea. My blood type may very well be “sweet tea positive”. A pitcher of iced tea could be on the table for lunch and dinner every day when it was hot out, and it needed to be good. Making sweet iced tea is an art, … [Read more...]
I’ve shopped at the same Food Lion for fourteen years. Some of the staff know me by name and most know me on sight. We can literally walk there and back from my house, and frequently do. Over the last year, though, I’ve defected to the newer local grocery store a few miles away for my big weekly shopping trip. This other store has a Wine Guy and fresh sushi made by real Japanese people, … [Read more...]
When I was little, products were only recalled if they contained poison, exploded into fiery balls of death, or both. And then it would only be on the news once and maybe in the newspaper. Good luck learning your kids’ footie pajamas contained arsenic and kerosene if you had Little League practice that evening. With the rise of the Internet and smart phones, you can search up everything … [Read more...]
Thanks, Time magazine. You have made people absolutely lose their minds with your provocative cover photo of Jamie Lynne Grumet. Instead of getting my recommended daily allowance of Kardashian gossip, now I have to worry about not being a good mom AND put on my judgey pants about Jamie nursing what appears to be an Army staff sergeant. I don’t know if people have flipped their lids because … [Read more...]
Last year I wrote a review for the book Cinch, by Cynthia Sass. I liked the book and continue to like it, but since I first read it I’ve become a weekday vegan for health reasons. Also, I was able to meet the author, Cynthia Sass, at the blog conference Blissdom. Cynthia sat and talked with me for quite a while. I found her to be charming, knowledgeable and in amazing shape. I wouldn’t … [Read more...]
I have four kids at home and one husband, who is Ricky to my Lucy. He puts up with late dinners, occasional clean underpants shortages, and my madcap schemes.
