I watched the snow fall on Saturday and wished I could go sledding. It’s horrifying to me that the last time was when my oldest son was around four years old and we lost control and rammed right into a lamp post.
It was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge,” Dickens wrote. “May that be truly said of all of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God Bless us, Every One!
I wasn’t thinking YEAH! LET’S DO IT!! But he sounded so excited. My child still wants to be with his mom, thinks she’s cool. CRAP.
If you have spent any time with my writing, you know I’m nothing if not lazy and low-rent. So you will not find recipes, absolutely no decorating/centerpiece instructions here.
My aunt is of the opinion that if you don’t know how to make a proper omelet then you can, in no way, claim to be a knowledgeable cook.
People have been cooking lamb tagine for hundreds of years old because it’s one of mankind’s most satisfying meal. And I have all the critical ingredients crammed into my cupboard.
Beyond the normal set of age-related conditions, Tara’s in great shape. Except she has Alzheimer.