This coming Sunday is Mother’s Day – that time of year when we celebrate special women in our lives. Not all of them are a biological parent. I could name several ladies that served as mother-figures to me during various seasons of my existence. I owe each one a huge amount of gratitude. I have been thinking a lot about my mom lately. My lawn has been purple with violets; while many consider them weeds, to me they are a…..
Several people have asked me lately about “that little girl who used to cook with you.” That girl, my granddaughter Maggie, isn’t so little anymore; she is taller than I am! She turned fourteen on Saturday. Maggie lives in Newburgh, Indiana, and recently started her freshman year of high school. She plays clarinet in the marching band, so a lot of her summer was spent at band camp. Also in 4-H, Maggie completed several projects this year, one of which…..
Here are some things you probably already know: There are twelve eggs in a dozen. There are twelve months in a year. There are twelve inches in a foot. Now for something you may not realize: Once these words are in print and I cut them out of the newspaper and place them with the rest of my collection, I will have completed my twelfth notebook of “Cooks’ Corner” columns. Twelve years seems like a long time, and it seems…..