Nov 22, 13
By Kelly Bogard
There are certain things that are sacred about Thanksgiving at our home. I do not know if this happens in every family in the U.S., or the South or Texas or maybe we are weird, but there are certain things that have remained the same for as long as I can remember and I love it. Thanksgiving is a very special holiday to me. It isn’t overly commercialized. In fact, it is almost completely forgotten in the retail setting. It is a time for food, family and football.
Nov 08, 13
By Kelly Bogard
Do you ever just have one of those weeks where it seems like you are just too busy to cook? Too busy to eat right and you end up having pizza or burgers every night? We have those weeks at our house, too. And even though the occasional pizza or burger is certainly okay, it can’t be an everyday thing. At least not in my house. I know that things get busy and schedules get tight, but sitting down for a home-cooked family dinner is in order sometimes.
Oct 29, 13
By Julie Vrazel
Growing up on our farm, I spent most of my time outside and as far away from the kitchen as possible. Perfecting my mud pie recipe was the result of those years spent outside, while my kitchen skills remained practically nonexistent until a few months ago.
Sparked by the diversity of foods available in the city, I entered the grocery store with an open mind. I had heard of spaghetti squash and even tried it once, but I had never attempted to cook it myself.
Aug 13, 13
By Jessica Domel
I’ve always loved this time of year. There’s just something about heading back to school with brand new markers, pens, notebooks and a shiny new lunch box filled with tasty treats.
When I was a kid, lunch consisted of some type of sandwich, a bag of chips, a soda and something sweet for dessert. It wasn’t the healthiest meal, but it kept my stomach from growling in math class.
Jul 09, 13
By Amanda Hill
My husband and I just took a road trip to visit family in Arkansas. On the way, we swung through the drive-through of one of our favorite fast food restaurants. All I wanted was a quarter-pound cheeseburger, a few fries and a small lemonade.
We pulled up to the box, and my husband ordered my meal. They asked him what size. He blurted out “medium,” not giving it much thought. Before I could correct him, I had a bag full of French fries and a huge drink passed my way. It was much more food than I needed—or wanted.
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