Well, the fourth annual retreat for the B-52’s is over, and it gets better and better each year.
Here’s to more four-day weekends! Even in retirement, a long weekend feels like a vacation.
It’s a busy May over here and I’m looking forward to mid-June for my fourth annual “retreat” with 16 girlfriends from my hometown of Athens, Georgia.
When I was in college Atkins was the new diet plan. There we were at the University of Georgia, eating steak with butter and drinking scotch because it didn’t have carbs.
I have never been a muffin fan. I didn’t grow up eating sweet things for breakfast and just never hankered to the idea of coffee cake and muffins.
I’m reporting in to say that the night of ossobuco (or osso buco) was wonderful.
After my last column about kitchen gadgets I’ve taken a second to think about each utensil I pick up.
I began a recent cooking demonstration by showing the group a few of my favorite kitchen helpers.
As usual, I’ve been cooking with what is in my home, doing my best to use up items that for some reason seem to multiply when I’m not looking.
Recently I did a cooking demonstration for a local garden club and after that, hosted five friends for a long weekend.