Hillery eventually learned not to say everything that came to mind. Some were too good not to write down.
This is my favorite summer staple and, along with homemade hummus, I try to keep some in the refrigerator all summer long. My mother used to pack it in my school lunch, ensuring open-mouthed stares from the other children at the lunch table. It is taken from one of her Macrobiotic cookbooks from the early 80s, the title of which has long since escaped me.
Once I decided to plant fruit in both planters this year, I knew I wanted to try a different strawberry. I selected Ozark Beauties because they are supposed to grow in a more upright fashion and do well in containers like the plant you see on the right. They've also been bred against virus and afflictions like gray mold. And they too are ever-bearing, producing fruit all summer and into the fall. Don't they look plump and delicious?!
Congratulations. You've scored Gilda! Sure, it's a love story, but a love story between the two coldest hearts on the planet. Okay, maybe just in Argentina. Really? As much as I love film noir and the comparison to Rita Hayworth...realistically, any movie representing me would have to be a screwball comedy!
With all the change I’ve been embracing lately, I think it’s only fair to tell you about the one constant in my world. New readers...
Some scraggly looking man came in with a few friends just before closing and she suggested I flirt with him. I looked at the man again. He was moderately good looking, but wearing a ridiculous hunting cap—you know, the kind with ear flaps that models were wearing in ads for about five minutes but otherwise have been off the scene since your ancestors really did shoot their dinner. Remembering her gullibility and forgetting her lack of a reference point, I decided it would be funny to pretend that I couldn’t flirt with the guy because he was Paul Rudd. “Who?” Well, he’s kind of a movie star. “So?” And he’s married. “I don’t buy it. Look at that hat.” Okay, I’ll prove it.
I was talking to my brother on the phone the other night, in a cab, on the way to a party. Since I live in...
I grew up in Minnesota where there are only two seasons: winter and road construction. Winter is nine months long. There is no sunshine, only...