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.…
Tis the Season to be Silent
This is my Christmas crazy week. Do you have one of those? Two 50 mile trips to Corydon. Two 50 mile trips back. Finals week for two college classes. Speeches to be given. Grades to be calculated and turned in. Five normal work days. A wedding. A Christmas party. Family. Friends. Sunday school lessons. Newspaper…