Pumpkin pie. Apple Pie. Cherry Pie. Reece Cake. Chocolate Bunt. Pecan Strudel. Banana Pudding. Mint something. Butter Cream. And Caramelised Casserole. Of a sort. The name of the sweet-potato-and-butter-flavoured-brown-sugar-with-pecans-on-top-pie escapes me. Generation ‘X’ took on the Turkey and more. Our mothers took photos. Their’s stood by and looked the lady. (My grandma is delicate and
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Thanksgiving is at the brother’s this year. The brother is single and away in Montcove…or somewhere there abouts. So I’m the hostess. Every thing’s a mad rush. I got in just before ten last night. After a weekend of laughing little ladies and super spicy food. Found fifty pounds of turkey – half frozen, half
Collapsing beneath Trajan’s Column after walking too far afield in four inch heels. Marcus Ulpius Nerva Traianus, or ‘Trajan’, was the second of the Five Good Emperors of the Roman Empire. The Empire reached its greatest territorial extent under his rule. The Column was raised by Apollodorus of Damascus at the order of the Senate
It’ s a little crazy in the Eternal City. A certain celebrity couple have taken it by storm. Shame, really. We have a bit yet before Turkey Time. Before we head to the hills – for the first time in nine years – for family and food. Until then I’ll be grazing on anti pasta,
Welcome to The Toler Tribune. This bi-weekly paper edited by one Mr Cumpton Cline – who is Hazel’s husband – is devoted to bringing the latest news and information to the good people of our community, Toler Mountain, West Virginia. We have correspondents in Pucketts Ridge, Lex and Pike. Birchey Vance also sends us news
The room settled in around me. Clumsy cousins of other cousins sat side by side on cheap wooden pews, dressed in Sunday’s best for a Saturday evening wake. Aunts with faces longer than their years cried and talked religion and swapped recipes. I stood up. Forced myself down the rows. A woman upholstered in her
Apologies to all those experiencing problems with the blog these past two weeks. Seems Internet Explorer has had trouble reading a bit of my wonky html from an earlier post. I’m a Firefox girl myself so I didn’t notice the glitch as soon as I should have (Thanks to Wendy for putting me onto it).
I’ve spent the past twelve months trying to figure out who I am as a writer. This, on the back of a 78,000-word bit of book that’s sat in my desk from then ’til now because I’m just not sure if it fits. I started out at the end of a chic lit binge and
I’ve blogged since ’98. Under names that weren’t my own. Then I ran across Stephanie Klein and got a little gutsy. This week the blogess is staring at belly fuzz (pregnant with twins) and soliciting foodie ornaments for a Christmas tree she’s designing with University Co-Op in Austin. Rick Lee (aka Best Eye Ever) is
The English aren’t so much into Halloween. Sure, the odd little fairy will dance through the street and if you’re not careful hoodlums from across the river will throw a brick through your window. But it’s really not so much about All Hallows Eve as Bonfire Night. The pyrotechnics (think 4th of July in the
There’s a sacrifice to be made for the confidence and good sense that comes with age. My sister says it’s the stomach and points to her I’ve-gone-up-to-a-size-TWO gut. I say she’s insane (because anyone who knows her knows how fabulous that thrice laboured body looks). I say it’s the face. My skin specialist has done
Hair unwashed. Eyes unlined. I never wear makeup when I fly…or gain any kind of altitude. We stopped at a rest area so He could get a look at the mountains. Up close and personal. Ish. With a D200 and a pocket Sony. (I always like the pocket Sony pics best.) We had been to
