Well, it’s that time of year again: the sweltering, moist, and thoroughly unpleasant circle of heck that is summer in North Carolina.
Your great-great aunt Eugenia passes away. The funeral is in the hometown of this 86-year-old genteel lady; Burlington, North Carolina.
Your great-great aunt Carmelita passes away. The funeral is in the hometown of this 86-year-old gentlewoman; Burlington, New Jersey.
At each funeral, you can be certain of a few things.
Bless her heart, the poor thing.
There wasn’t a whole lot else on this afternoon, so I was watching Food Network, like I do. There’s an actress, Haylie Duff, with a popular food blog who has a new show, called “Real Girl’s Kitchen.”
Once upon a time, there was a very big bunny. He lived at a little brick grocery store in a magical village named the Bull City. Everyone in the village knew and loved the very big bunny.
Due to the insanely intensive labor during all phases of production, it’s the second most expensive spice in the world. The plant only blooms for a few hours which is the sole period that pollination’s possible. Most of the time, it’s done by hand because the one species of bee that can pollinate it is only found in one small spot on the globe. Then the pod must stay on the plant for nine more months.
My personality is riddled with a virtual Encyclopedia Britannica of bad habits. Ask anyone who knows me or has even spent a modest amount of time with me, and they will all agree, “Yup, that babe has numerous unique issues.”
I am so grateful for many things in this life: that The Kid lives here in town, and my folks are close by and doing OK. This weekly forum in The Herald-Sun is also very high on the list.
The Kid likes to tell a story about a long-ago cooking lesson.
At about 9 years old, already a lover of food and cooking, my child decided to learn how to prepare risotto. The Kid came to me and I purchased supplies and found a recipe that would be easy for a novice to use.
Do you know what food makes more vegetarians fall off the produce wagon than any other?
My good friend Paxton and his partner Alex are engaged. It’s awesome; they’ve been together for years, and deserve the right to wed.
As far as I’m concerned, there should have been, at the very least, fireworks and a parade.
I love Big Lots and I cannot lie.
It’s kind of like Costco. When we started shopping at that giant warehouse store Petey and I had a terrible time making it out without spending the equivalent of the GDP. I’d walk those aisles grabbing products right and left.
To me, the way to tell if something is anything is that it sticks with you.
A week after seeing a movie, do you find yourself thinking about it? When you’re standing in line at the gas station are you wondering how the heroine in your book will extract herself from the seemingly inextricable predicament?
Last year, when Petey was in the hospital more than he was home, it was a pretty awful time with very few bright points.
Groucho Marx once said, “I don’t want to belong to any club that would have me as a member.”
Luckily, neither I nor the Durham Co-op is so discriminating.