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A long time ago -- long before I'd begun acquiring my people -- I acquired this fancy little gadget, which my friend ordered from a man in Philadelphia who was handy at carving fancy little gadgets. I think she ordered one for me so I would stop badgering her into baking me batches and batches of my at-the-time most favorite dessert: Pecan Tassies. Lois looked relieved when she shoved her gift across the table toward me. "And here's the recipe," she added. Despite the period at the end of her sentence, I couldn't help but hear the unspoken, "Now, quit bugging me." We're still friends. But I've had to make my own Pecan Tassies ever since.
Katie is six. Her hair is white-blonde, and she’s missing four front teeth. I barely know the child; after all, I’ve only been in the house three minutes, and this is only the second time I’ve seen my cousin’s daughter. But
This year, I gave my family a choice: do you want our usual (biscuits and gravy) for Christmas morning, or do you want a breakfast casserole? My daughter-in-law, Brittney, jumped in before anyone else could vote. "Biscuits and gravy ... hands down." She's a girl after my own heart. Nothing against breakfast casserole ... I mean, how can you speak against bread and eggs and cheese and sausage? But there's just something about biscuits and gravy. Maybe it's the biscuits. Or maybe it's the gravy ...
Merry Christmas, everyone! Did you love today? We have had the perfect Christmas. I love when Christmas morning lands on a Sunday. I kind of think there’s nothing more appropriate than starting the celebration with a church service. What better
I remember -- distinctly -- how overwhelmed I felt the first time someone suggested an Advent celebration to me. Four nights. I’d have to set aside four nights during the busiest four weeks of the year. Lighting the candles sounded nice. I liked candles. Prayer was fine. I liked prayer. Sitting around a table asking questions and singing songs? That part I could do without ...
My friend, Jimmy, was just telling me that he keeps a big tub handy so that when he travels to Gatlinburg, Tennessee (he’s from Georgia), he can get a caramel corn refill for just $5.00. Oh, Jimmy. Did you not know that for $5.00, you could probably