With my college son working at a camp in Mississippi during the summer, I’m home all day with my dear husband, who works most of the time in his home office and son #2 who works on being a teenager. All day. ALLLL DAAAY. Not that I don’t love every second of being surrounded by their…
“If you could have any power, talent or ability, what would it be?” This was the question asked by friends over dessert one night. After thinking for a moment, I decided that aside from having the power to time travel (hello, young Elvis) I would like to be able to play the piano like Harry…
Here’s a very important message: No. Uh-uh. Don’t do it. I’m partial to Golden Flake anyway, since they are made in Birmingham, Sweet Home Alabama, but I was tempted to stray with Lay’s promise of the taste of biscuits and gravy, which is one of the best tastes in the world next to fried catfish and…
7-Up Cake is a favorite around here and has such a light, lemon-lime, fizzy taste, I think it’s perfect for a hot summer day. I baked these cakes and used them as props for a photo shoot to accompany a newspaper story that will be printed next week. I’ll be sure to post it here…
It’s often said that food equals love, and there’s no more powerful proof of God’s love and downright favoritism for the South than in his ultimate gift of “Dinner on the Grounds,” but half the excitement in the gift is knowing how to accept it graciously, and with that in mind, I think we’re not…
Do you remember hearing about the poppy project, “Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red” last year in London to commemorate the start of WWI? Well, get ready, because a brigade of volunteers is preparing their own version of the public art installation and there will soon be thousands of pretty poppies in Fairhope! Thousands??? You…
A church to which I once belonged assembled a cookbook and asked all members to contribute their favorite recipes. Knowing the longevity of such books, my Mother wisely warned me not to submit recipes that contained the phrase, “open a can of . . .” She said it would haunt me for the rest of…
First, the “so forth” . . . Oops! If you signed up to receive email alerts when I post a new story, you may have accidentally been sent a rough draft of an incomplete post. “Save” and “Publish” look so much alike. I’ve been writing this blog for three years (this week is exactly three!)…