Bring It, 2012

“Bring it” is a phrase that I didn’t use growing up or as a teen or even as a young adult. As a matter of fact, it’s not really part of my vocabulary at all, but the phrase has attitude. That’s what I need right now is a little bit of...

Tradition! Tradition!

A couple of weeks ago, I posted about my annual cookie baking spree that I usually go on before Christmas.  My mom used to do it, and, well, it is a family tradition bordering on something sacred.  And, you don’t mess with sacred.  Right? Right.  So,...

Like Mother, Like Daughter (or son)

Until about three years ago, I wouldn’t eat a fried or poached egg. It had to be scrambled or hardboiled, and the hardboiled yoke bit had to be mixed with something to make it less chalky. If I was served a fried egg, I would cut the white part carefully free of...