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Category: Food and Drink
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When I was growing up, one of my favorite meals was the Swanson sliced roast beef frozen dinner. We called them TV dinners back then. I believe it came with corn, mashed potatoes, and some kind of yummy crumbly berry dessert, all tucked into separate compartments of the aluminum foil tray. My mother kept those…
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They were waiting for me in the mailbox yesterday evening. Ah, Mark and Debbie…you haven't aged a bit since I last saw you forty-one years ago! I don't remember when the book first appeared in our home, but I know I had discovered it by the time I was in 4th grade and…
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I hung up my waiter apron on Wednesday. Well, technically, I just added it to the to-be-washed pile of laundry at the winery, instead of bringing it home with me like I have for the past two years. It was a bittersweet moment. Even though being a waiter wasn't what I wanted to be when…
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Stumbling into the house, weighed down by five overloaded grocery bags to avoid a second trip uphill to my car, and sweating from the heat of this Texas summer, all I could think about was breaking into one of the Healthy Choice Greek Frozen Yogurts buried in one of the bags. You've probably guessed this…
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I made another quick trip to see my parents this weekend, accompanied by a son and daughter this time who pitched in to help with dishes and cleaning. I'm so blessed that I still have my parents…that I only live four hours away so I can make quick overnight trips to see them…and that…
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Most of us don't need a psychiatric therapist as much as a friend to be silly with. ~Robert Brault I just staggered in from the annual Diva gathering at my friend Rae's house. Two nights and days of margaritas and non-stop talking, too much food, and too little sleep. The sun barely made an…
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Belle and Max dashed off in the direction of a dry pond this morning on our walk, triggering a loud commotion as a mama wild turkey flew for the safety of a tree on the other end, squawking the whole way. Half a dozen small turkey-ettes followed her…squeaking, more than squawking. Of course, it could…
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