The Seventh Level of Boredom

In case you’ve never noticed, Ginny and I (though residing many miles apart) often share recipes we find. Sometimes one of us makes the dish...

Have you ever seen that movie, “Hard Rain”? I distinctly remember thinking that it sounded like a ridiculous title for a movie. I mean, what...

I do my very best to keep each and every post here original. But, some things are worth repeating. Ironically, the last time I made (and pos...

Of the many recurring themes I touch on in this little blog, is the fact that I live in a house of picky eaters. My husband simply refuses t...

Did you all know I have a book club? Yep, sure do. It’s a lovely little group. Just three of us, actually. We originally intended it to be a...

Traditionally, any time that Ginny and I get together, there is a fair amount of cooking involved. So, it goes without saying that even thou...

Believe it or not folks, this recipe is from my ex-husband. (yep, that's right, I am once divorced) I'm actually not sure you can ca...

With the impending demise of Tyler Florence Fridays, and the fact that my ever-expanding waistline will no longer allow me to participate in...

I ran across this dish on one of the blogs that I follow, and knew instantly that I had to give it a try. I mean, with a name like that, how...

In the ongoing saga that is my husband's love affair with his grill, we are constantly trying new things so that he can learn lots of di...

After having been conspicuously absent for the last couple of weeks, I am hoping to start kicking things back into high gear this week! or, ...

Every morning, on his way to work, my husband picks up a newspaper (or two) to read on his breaks. On Wednesdays, that particular paper has ...

Some of you know, and some of you don't, that my husband owns a chunk of farm ground, and we have a farmer that cash rents it every year...