In case you missed it, one of my New Year Revolt-utions was to learn to cook…really cook. I tried the first couple weeks of the new year and just got discouraged because the kids never liked what I made (sheesh) and then I had all this food and no one to eat it with…which just...
That’s how you have to say it….because it’s so flavorful and fabulous, even it’s name must be drawn out in that typical southern drawl and said with purposeful slowness….gggguuummmmbbbboooo (as your mouth waters). One of my very dear friends has been making me (and Spencer and all our various friends) his special gumbo for years….and...
First of all, let me start off by saying I can’t stand that word…pianist. Seriously? It just doesn’t sound cool to be a pianist. At least not when pronounced properly. Perhaps I’ll call myself Breezthoven…Breezy Joel…or Lady BaBa (although now I sound like a sheep instead of a male body part). Regardless of what you...
