First, the good news: I’m going to Ireland in October. Yay! I will be spending most of the trip as a guest in the home of my dear friend Bernadette’s sister, Breda. Breda’s home is in tiny Pigeon Top near the city of Omagh, which is about 70 miles or so west of Belfast. Bernadette, who lives on the Isle of Man, will fly … Continue reading Confessions of a picky palate
Peach cobbler in Atlanta? Crab cakes in Baltimore? How about pizza in Naples, or sushi in Tokyo? High-minded folks may tell you that travel is not about the food. I love to travel. And I agree. There is so much more to travel than the different kinds of foods you can find around the world. But travel’s not not about the food, either. If you’re … Continue reading It’s not all about the food – part one
When I moved to a smaller home (with a MUCH smaller kitchen) last year, I donated what seemed like a ton of coffee mugs to Goodwill. But when it came time to unpack those I’d kept, I realized I still had far more mugs than I needed, or had space for, in my new house. My current dilemma is twofold. First, nearly every mug that … Continue reading Many mugs are called, but few are chosen
The other night I was eating cookies when I started having deep thoughts about my lack of self-control. I’m confident there’s no need to point out the obvious connection. Let’s just say I find it hard to stop at a cookie or two and leave it at that for now, okay? I started to wonder, why do I DO that? I know plenty of people … Continue reading My theory about first born children, sex, and the inability to appreciate delayed gratification
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