What do you call a family favorite dip that has no recipe, has been made for decades purely by taste and color, and is served primarily with Chicken in a Biscuit crackers or plain old potato chips? You call it “Mom’s Pink Dip.” Growing up, we rarely had snacks in the house. Chips, crackers other than saltines, dips, even soda…were…
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When the weather turns cool, my thoughts turn to soup! I grew up in a household where soup was always on the stove…and I mean always. And, pea soup was a hearty, inexpensive staple. My dad was the master soup-maker. He literally spent an entire day just making one pot of soup. I think for him, it was something that…
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As the weather begins to cool and the last blooms of summer fade, my thoughts turn to….soup! Nothing like a good belly-warmer on a chilly day, especially one that takes advantage of farm market finds. Soup really is a wonderful thing. For me, it brings so many memories of my dad, the master soup-maker. His greatest joy, besides gardening, was…
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Can I just say I love corn? Oh, I know it really has minimal nutritional value. And, let’s not talk about how “well” it’s digested! Ugh… I’ve recently branched into some pretty amazing tasting corn dishes and, quite frankly, I could eat it every day. No “plain old corn” for me again! Growing up and living near Wisconsin farmland (I’m…
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I’ve always been a lover of fresh, hot white bread. I’m not talking about that gummy, mass produced stuff. I’m talking Mom’s fresh baked white bread, right out of the oven cooled just enough to cut a slab without burning your hands. I set out to make Mom’s old bread recipe, mined from the overflowing box of recipes I hold…
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“He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.” ~Friedrich Nietzsche I ran across this quote recently, and it got me thinking about growing up, going to college, and starting my career. It also got me thinking that today there’s a very different…
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Just when does art cross the line into medicine? And vice versa? I had the opportunity to participate in a really neat workshop that was part art (painting) and part “medicine” (colors and chakras). I’ve not historically subscribed to what I affectionately call “the woo woo stuff”, but I tell you…this one, single Saturday really was just what the doctor…
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