Every once in a Kentucky blue moon I’ll post something that has no nutritional value whatsoever, but it makes my kids so intensely happy that it’s worth every morsel of sugar. Today is not one of those days. I’ll have you know that blueberries are packed with vitamins and antioxidants, and carrot cake has um, … Continue reading »
There’s nothing like a gorgeous salad that makes me want to get up and run a marathon. Or maybe take a brisk walk down to the ice cream shop. But if your salad isn’t gorgeous enough, it’s likely not as healthy as you think. The trick is creating a salad with contrasting colors, and typically, … Continue reading »
It’s not enough to see green. I need blooms. Or at least some big ole buds. No longer must I wait. Spring has sprung, and it’s early! The town of Paducah has ushered in the beauty of the season during late February for as long as I can remember, but this year, we’re doing our … Continue reading »
My Great Uncle Mickey made the best stuffed peppers when I was a little girl. He used fresh bell peppers from his garden, and he stuffed them with all kinds of ooey-gooey yumminess. And so stuffed peppers will always remind me of Mickey Moriarty. (Have you noticed yet that we are extremely Irish?) The great thing about stuffed peppers is that they are so cross-seasonal. Of … Continue reading »
When I get to heaven, one of the first things I’ll ask God is how I ever lived without a dutch oven for so long. Really, it’s remarkable that my family ever got fed, considering that my dutch oven is now a permanent fixture on my stove top. I’ve heard, of course, that Le Creuset … Continue reading »
I don’t know about y’all, but pasta salad has never really turned my crank. It always seems to be caked with some mayonnaise-ish goo that tastes like, basically, nothing. Maybe you throw in a few gross pimentos for kicks. Well, say goodbye to that grody pasta salad of yesterday. This one will knock your socks off, as my … Continue reading »
Spring is coming in Western Kentucky. It’s 64 degrees outside, the daffodils are blooming, and I’d be willing to bet my new bottle of sun-dried tomato pesto that the golf course is packed. But I grew up Roman Catholic, and I’m now Episcopalian, so even with the flowers and golfers, I can’t truly settle into … Continue reading »
Ah, Fat Tuesday. Mardi Gras, as most folks would say. How I love the sweet aroma of gumbo and king cake. And there’s something so satisfying about making a cow out of myself for this one day since I can justify it by sacrificing something monumental over the next 40 days. Like caffeinated sodas, for instance. That’s … Continue reading »
