I won't ever be a chef or have a restaurant or write recipes for a living. But I know how to cook because my mother taught me how to love cooking and how to enjoy the experience of eating a shared meal.
I was raised in the Presbyterian tradition by a Presbyterian-raised father and a mother who adopted one particular Presbyterian church because of its music program. In my growing up years, we went to that same Presbyterian church most Sunday mornings, though the habit became less and less regular as we grew older. When my parents … Continue reading It’s Sunday. Fill your cup.
I've been under the weather since right after Christmas, but today I'm finally starting to feel "normal" again. Some thoughts on that, along with notes on how I've been spending my down time, a "curative" soup recipe, Apple Watch insanity, my favorite Mary Chapin Carpenter song, and a few other things. Think of it as … Continue reading Blue plate special.
Don't over-think this one. It's Friday. It's 2 weeks until Christmas Eve. Doodle on, dude. Do it. P.S. So now do you maybe actually want to have the whole December journal, all in one file, but you feel left out because you didn't download when it was first published? All good, friend. Not to worry. … Continue reading And on the 10th day we doodle.