We headed east this weekend- Edie and friends wanted to go to Something In The Water – a music festival being put together by Pharrell in Virginia Beach, which gave me an excellent excuse to visit with one of my college girlfriends, Sheilah and her husband Rob and family. Continue reading
Titles are my weakness.
As I attempt to break through the wall of writer’s bloc fortified with real life, here’s a few topics I’ve either threatened to write about, have actually put words down, only to be completely dissatisfied with them OR had it kindly suggested by friends that I should write about. In no particular order: Continue reading
Middle Aged KonMari.
There has been a good bit of life keeping me distracted here lately – nothing terribly worthy of putting out on the internet for everyone to read. Continue reading
Variations on Chicken Soup.
We’ve spent what felt like the better part of October into November battling a nasty cold going around, which means lots of chicken soup. Due to our habits of being good at not all being sick at the same time – we just take turns with it – there is always someone who is comforted by chicken soup, while at least one of us is slightly over it (because we’ve had some form of chicken soup for weeks on end). Thankfully, I have a small repertoire of soups I make specifically when we are ill – all based on chicken broth with lots of garlic – that are soothing while not being too heavy or fancy so that we don’t get burned out on the idea of chicken soup. Continue reading
Showing up.
At some point Wednesday morning, I’m still not exactly sure what it was that set me off, I decided I needed to head up to DC to protest Brett Kavanaugh show support for Dr. Christine Blasey Ford at her Senate Judiciary hearing. Continue reading
Outsourcing it.
I may be considered a woman of many talents, but the truth is, there are some things that are beyond my skill set. Like pancakes. And vintage quilt restoration.
Mrs. Carroll’s Eggplant Casserole
One of the perks of going to college 1000 miles away from where your family lives is that friends would often take pity upon me on long weekends and invite me to come home with them. I found myself with a group of friends that had all gone to high school together, so I’d get invited home by one, only to find myself being transported around town all weekend to have dinner with another friend’s family and then brunch the next day with yet another. Southern hospitality at it’s finest y’all. Over the years I accumulated a number of recipes from these friends’ mothers, all of which are written down in my notebook as Mrs. blank’s _____________, like Mrs. Cape’s Pimento Cheese.
