The older we get, the more memories we have stored away someplace in our brains. The sense of smell can trigger a flood of those memories which have been lost in time.
For some people, the first sign of fall is when pumpkin spice lattes hit the coffeehouses or when the bakery starts the day with a fresh batch of apple cider doughnuts.
Fashions come. Fashions go. Then some fashions are recycled back into style without understanding how bad the original idea was.
My garden is finally starting to yield enough to eat. Fresh peas, beans, sweet corn and potatoes are filling our plates.
Every week we have watched the statewide drought report. The parameters have grown and shrunk over the months as rains moved across the state, but Benton County has consistently been in the center as one of the driest areas in the state.
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I was visiting a friend in town late one afternoon when I started to notice a delicious smoky scent floating through the neighborhood.
The first time I heard the letter combination of DHIA was in Sherry Newell’s office at WJON radio station during June Dairy Month in 1985.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve been struggling to be in the mood to cook. Our meals lately have been hamburgers or brats off the grill or large summer salads.
Sometimes you just have to laugh and heave a heavy sigh as all your best laid plans are kicked to the side by the latest breakdown. The alternative of letting the frustration explode into anger doesn’t do any good. If anything, it may lead to more breakdowns.
Who would have thought three weeks ago that I would be pulling fresh rhubarb out of the garden?
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In the blink of an eye, your life can change. Years can disappear in time, either forward or backward. An ordinary site across the horizon, an earthly spring smell or the sound of rain on a tin roof can take our minds to another place and time in the blink …
While I still have some down time before the spring rush hits, I took advantage of the lull to clean out my recipe collections.
This has been a long and snowy season with little hope of winter loosening its grip any time soon. It reminds me of the good, old snowstorms when our kids were little.
It is amazing the new, old recipes I am discovering in my grandmother’s book. These women didn’t let anything go to waste, and the combinations of things they put together were so creative and delicious.
I remember when my mom started wearing glasses. My dad hooted and hollered about the fact her first pair of glasses were bifocals. I didn’t understand what the big fuss was about until I repeated history.
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