What do you think of when you hear the term “preacher’s wife”? Hmm…
One who sees only in black in white?
Welcome to flamingobear. We're the Martin family. Jenn cooks a lot. Tim eats it. And the trees are awesome.
What do you think of when you hear the term “preacher’s wife”? Hmm…
One who sees only in black in white?
Much like Krispy Kreme and its famous “Hot Now!” donuts sign, I think Southern cooks could benefit from a “Hot Now!” biscuits sign. Call this neon biscuit beacon an updated version of hollerin’ or triangle-ringing – the modern day equivalent of the traditional dinner bell. Or breakfast bell. Or supper bell. Or all three as scratch buttermilk biscuits are welcome at each, sometimes even in the same day!
Sometimes I’m asked if I miss teaching and if I’ll “go back” once all the kids are in school. Ummm, how do I say “no” and “no” politely? Now don’t get me wrong – I loved teaching biology and physical science. However, I feel I’m still very much a teacher – only with fewer students (just 3!) and a lot less paperwork! That said, I’d like to resume my former role as a high school teacher again for a moment. So, please clear your desk – it’s time for a pop quiz! And, please keep the groans to yourself.
My husband’s fantasy football season is over. My home team Titans didn’t make it into the postseason. My father-in-law’s beloved Packers exited in week 1 of the playoffs. Three reasons why my attention for football can now be fully directed where it really belongs – to food for the Super Bowl!
In the car, rocking out with the “The Partridge Family” (yes, it’s possible!):
Linden: I woke up in love this morning!
Me (worried where this was going, based on the song): Really?
Linden: Yeah – with you and Daddy!
Sorry for the posting lull. I was, sadly, beginning to think I’d left my cooking karma back in 2009. First I suffered through the “mocha meringue massacre“. Then, I made granola, and it bit the turned to dust. (Why, oh why, does my granola not clump!?) So, I was a bit wary of having a third strike.
Growing up I detested eggnog. I probably still would except that our local dairy was giving out samples at the farmers’ market a few weeks ago. Not one to pass up free food, I got a cup, took a sip, and lo and behold had a “Mikey moment”. I liked it.