When I was a kid, I couldn’t get enough chocolate. It was, easily, my favorite flavor.
This is so simple it hardly warrants a recipe. But in the winter I find myself seriously in need of inspiration in the salad department, and this was so good I made it for lunch the last two days in a row.
It’s five o’clock somewhere.
And sometimes, at the end of a long cold week, you just want a drink. For me, nothing hits the spot quite like a well balanced cocktail.
I was late to the pickle game. It wasn’t until my late twenties that I discovered the charms of these vinegary briny nuggets.
September is back.
And I find, still, that I miss school. I miss the stuff of it. It’s been too many years since I’ve bought school supplies.