Is there any better aroma than fresh herbs from a garden? Truly, I can’t think of anything. Only problem is, every time I take a whiff, my simulated Provence puts me in a near trance, and I find myself finding reasons why we could actually afford a trip to France right now. Then I pull … Continue reading »
When I left Western Kentucky for college in Virginia, I loved chicken salad as much as I do today. From that point forward, I was on a quest to find a chicken salad that lives up to the California chicken salad served by the Curtis Grace family here in Paducah. I have yet to find … 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 »
