Traveling down the interstate, the time had come to change lanes. Slower traffic in the right lane was trying patience and lowering gas mileage. The rear view mirror appeared to signal all was clear for switching to the faster-paced left lane. A slight nudge toward the left lane preceded a glance into the driver’s side…
A Portion of a Second Helping
Almost the entire portion of cooking was performed by my grandmother when I was growing up. Grandma was a terrific cook. She had learned to cook from her mother. There were no recipes written down, although she tried to fill out recipe cards on occasion. A smidgeon here. A dash of that. Bake until done.…