I just got home from a writers’ retreat in Indiana. Because the internet was pretty much nonexistent at the state park inn where we stayed, I’m just now posting the blog I wrote (and wrote . . . and wrote) during a couple of rainy days and sleepless nights in the Indiana woods. Think “stream of consciousness” and bear with me, if you will . … Continue reading Writers’ prompts and sugar cream pie
If you’re new to the party, let me briefly explain that Blue Apron is one of several companies that delivers pre-measured ingredients and step-by-step recipe directions in a kit delivered to your home for easy meal preparation. I’ve been writing about a one-week trial period where I’d try out three meals and decide whether to choose Blue Apron, or not. Here’s my conclusion: The quick … Continue reading To Blue Apron, or not to Blue Apron – Conclusion
It’s Monday evening. I was going to make the last Blue Apron entree for lunch, but I wasn’t hungry. Then I was going to make it for dinner, but now I don’t feel like cooking. Blue Apron may be great, but what I really want is a delivery service of homemade food – already prepared and ready to eat. Not pizza. Not Chinese. Not subs … Continue reading To Blue Apron, or not to Blue Apron – update
It’s time to talk about my second (of three) Blue Apron dinners, and what I’ve learned about this business of having meal ingredients shipped to my house. This is a purely personal account of my own experience and should not influence your choice To Blue Apron, or not to Blue Apron, in any significant manner. I don’t know why I suddenly feel the need for … Continue reading To Blue Apron, or not to Blue Apron – Part Three
Wondering about having meal fixin’s delivered to your home? You’ve come to the right place to learn more about it. Or, at least you’ve come to A place where a woman who is tired of cooking is looking for ways to exert as little effort as possible to eat a tasty, healthy dinner – as opposed to settling for popcorn or a couple of bowls … Continue reading To Blue Apron, or not to Blue Apron – Part Two
Have you wondered about those food delivery programs, like HelloFresh and Blue Apron? The ones that give you all the ingredients to make your own fresh meals at home, eliminating the pain-in-the-ass trip to the grocery store, then getting home and cleaning and cutting and measuring. All the work that goes into making a home-cooked meal? Me, too. Not only am I basically pretty lazy, … Continue reading To Blue Apron, or not to Blue Apron – Part One
So, I know three people whose pieces won prizes in the National Society of Newspaper Columnists’ annual column writing contest. Kudos to Elaine Ambrose, Lee Gaitan and Molly Stevens – funny ladies and talented writers all. In fact, there are just three prizes so the only question will be who lands first, second, or third prize. Geez Louise! These ladies can WRITE, so it’s anybody’s guess at … Continue reading No more whiny baby, and congrats to my writing buddies
Last night I had a nice conversation with my old friend, Dave. I was surprised he called. He said it was to give me a virtual hug because he thought I was probably upset by a querulous Facebook conversation with yet another friend. I’m not sure we’ve ever chatted on the phone before, not least because our views are so far apart. We’re talking … Continue reading A primer on facts, beliefs, and alternative facts
The wind is blowing so hard, my back door just swung open. Mind you, there is another door and a small, old-fashioned entryway where I hang coats and line up boots, between “outside” and the back door that creaked open. That means the wind muscled its way through the doggie door to push the heavier inner door ajar. The boys jumped from their fuzzy bed … Continue reading This blustery January day
I don’t know why I’m pretending to know any lyrics to the popular song beyond “hello,” but . . . hey! Hello! And not in that depressing, moaning Adele way, either! (Yeah, she’s great, but I feel like crawling under the covers every time she sings.) Just a quick note to say that I feel my funny bubbling up under the surface somewhere. It was … Continue reading Hello. It’s me.
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