When it comes to Nana's biscuits, all notions of healthy dieting fly completely out of the window. Biscuits ... Butter ... Homemade Fig Preserves ... Coffee. Yes, please. (P.S. That's my great-grandmother's old food processor in the background. And yes, although is screeches like a banshee, it still works, unlike Nana's and my newer models. …
Biscuit-Makin’ Nana
Nana hasn't made me biscuits in ages, and she missed it. Me too! These days, I'm usually the one cooking her meals. So this morning, here she is bright and early in the kitchen. Just a couple bickies though 'cause I unfortunately no longer have the metabolism of a six-year-old. She even managed to pull …
No Rhyme or Reason
Sometimes there is no rhyme or reason for why we do the things we do. We just do them, naturally, without a thought. Oftentimes leaping into the unknown is a crazy thing, but then there are those times when it can end up being a revelation full of discovery and renewal. I'm thinking of several …