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Tag Archives: Comfort food
How to Carry Your Fat
Here’s another interesting tidbit for you. A camel, despite its fatty hump, has a straight spine. The same hold true for a fat donkey. It carries fat in rolls along either side of it’s spine. But when it comes to … Continue reading
Posted in A Laugh, Choices, Life, Worries
Tagged and interesting tidbit., Challenges, Choices, Comfort food, fatty hump, Little Irritations, straight spine
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Writing the Banana Lies
MOSQUITOES ARE ATTRACTED TO PEOPLE WHO HAVE RECENTLY EATEN BANANAS That’s what a recent email told me. So if I’ll stay away from their banana-ey goodness, can I expect to be welt-free all summer? I suspect this propaganda was started … Continue reading
Posted in A Laugh, Choices, writer, Writing
Tagged Choices, Comfort food, Little Irritations, Writing
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5 Things to Do During Incredibly Crappy Weather
Go buy some spectacular rain clothes. Polka dot boots. Wide-brimmed Clint Eastwood hats. A brelly (umbrella) dotted with wild-looking women. I have none of the above. That must be why I’m so snarky during this past week of downpour. Dip … Continue reading
Posted in A Laugh, Choices, Hope, Life
Tagged Change, Choices, Comfort food, Outdoor survival
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Check the Weinermobile Off The Bucket List
I really wanted to wrap up the thorny discussion we were having last week, but I’ve got to tell you about my close encounter with the Weiner mobile. You’ve all seen it. That 20+ footlong hotdog that rolls through marathons, … Continue reading
Posted in A Laugh, Hope, Life, Smiles
Tagged Chuck Norris, Comfort food, Confidence, Hope, universe
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Halloween Bunny Strikes Again
I’ve had several people send me carrot recipes. You can see why…. I’m not sure why I planted so many. I guess I was having a Scarlett O-Hara moment, feeling that “Ah’d nevah be hungry again.” I canned carrots. Froze … Continue reading
Posted in A Laugh, Life, Sleepless Nights, Smiles
Tagged Comfort food, Little Irritations, Steppin outside of ourselves
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Canning Moonshine
Yes, even though I haven’t posted for most of the summer, I’m still laboring while others are sleeping. Tonight the kitchen is abuzz with activity. A three-layered metal contraption called a steamer is percolating on the stove top. The Swedish … Continue reading
Posted in Appreciation, Hope, Sleepless Nights
Tagged Comfort food, Dawn, Hope, Sleep, universe
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When You’re Not in Kansas Anymore, Dorothy
It’s the garden’s fault. First it was the raspberries. Millions of them, dangling like red jewels in the bushes. Then a heat wave rolled into the valley, and like a Smucker employee, I was picking, jellying, and making cordial for … Continue reading
Posted in A Laugh, Appreciation, Enough, Life, Sleepless Nights
Tagged Cats/Dogs, Change, Comfort food, Dawn, The Wind
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Why Does the Sun Spit on the Ground?
I just came in from the garden. I graveled potatoes. That’s what my grandmother always called it when we prodded the dirt around the plants, looking for baby potatoes, but left the plants intact so they could make big spuds, … Continue reading
I’ve Got My Fingers, But No Hands Today
In an effort to avoid sleepless nights from Brain Drain, I’m breaking out of my routine. Yesterday I made soup—blindfolded. I was amazed to find that my feet knew my kitchen even when I couldn’t see. I tried not to … Continue reading
Posted in A Laugh, Hope, Sleepless Nights, Smiles
Tagged Comfort food, Hope, Sleep, Steppin outside of ourselves
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