For quite a few winters now, I have watched a great joy of mine turn slowly into sadness: No one writes letters anymore, a fact that is especially noticeable at Christmas card time.
"No thanks, it makes me sick." "Let’s see, if I leave the milk out of these rolls Sheila can eat them."
Someday when I see the sale card announcing "12 Lemons for a Dollar" at the grocery store, I’m going to buy all 12 instead of just two or three.
Yesterday I learned that a friend will be moving far away.
Would it be cruel to extol the virtues of chocolate these dark, cold days of January and February, months traditionally reserved for dietary resolutions and abstention from such temptations?
What time-honored edible has all of the following: the warmth and comfort of hot bread; the fragrance of a baking cake; the staying power of potatoes and gravy
An article on breakfast about did me in for reading any more words on what's new, healthy, or chic in the food world.
Life before white sugar probably was pretty good.
When blizzards closed down cities on the East Coast this past winter, the media reported on some strange meals people were eating.