Tag: side dish
Week 28: Peppers and the Past
For most people, Grandma (or in my case, Nana) is synonymous with warmth, tenderness, well-worn aprons, fresh-baked cookies, snuggles, silly games, and front-row cheering during school concerts. While I have every intention of making sure that image is true for my grandchildren, this was not the case with me and my mom’s mother, my Nana. […]
Week 26: Waldorf Salad, Hold the Mayo and the Melodrama
I’m halfway through my 52-week commitment (insert happy dance here)! To be quite honest it seems as though I’ve run out of things to say… Or maybe it’s that I’ve run out of things that I think folks want to hear. In the editing process, Rick’s feedback has been that I should go deeper into […]
Week 25: Truth, Dare and Grapefruit Salad
What would you do if I dared you to… Skinny dip? Eat something disgusting? Streak through your neighborhood? Kiss or hug a stranger? Jump in freezing cold water? Sing a song on a city sidewalk? Wear something ridiculous to work, church, or a social function? I know exactly what I’d do… because I’ve done all […]
Week 20: Waiting for the Little Sweet Potato
Any day now my daughter’s life is about to change forever and she’ll be a Mother. We’re all in that expectant holding pattern where there’s lots of love, support, excitement and some anxiety as we wait for the Little Sweet Potato to arrive. The next few posts are likely going to be very short like this one, […]
Week 11: Life’s Too Short Not To Be Irish
There are many occasions when I feel like I’m channeling my mom. Sometimes it’s preparing shellfish, checking the tension on my stitches when I sew or remembering the “trick” to the perfect whipped cream(see below). Other times, it’s the complete delight I experience at the coast of Maine or the hunger that led me to visit Ireland. […]
Week 1 : Commit and Complete
Welcome to my brain the past several days leading up to this first entry… “This is going to be exciting, I’m ready!” “Three years…three f-ing years you’ve talked about this!” “Nobody cares. Why blog about it on the f-ing Internet. I must have a huge ego or maybe I’m really a narcissist?” Wait… I should […]