This morning we went straight over to Grandma’s house…as we are still without power! Last night I called our electric company to see if the pole that’s down in our neighbor’s backyard had been reported to them. It had NOT! Oh dear! That means we are really at the bottom of the list for getting [...]
I have never been a big fan of plain old sloppy joes - ground beef in a seasoned sauce on buns. However, my family just loves sloppy joes. I’ve found that when I play around with the sloppy joe base and either add other ingredients to it or use it in other dishes, I like [...]
Like Mother, Like Daughter. We are a family who live in Central Massachusetts. My husband is a Boston Irish Catholic from a big family. His upbringing was smack dab in the middle of respectable Catholic America, not untinged by 60s unrest.
I am about as different from him as you can get: I’m an only child, my parents are divorced, my father was an immigrant from Egypt, I was raised on the cutting edge of the feminist/relativist/sexual self-fulfillment/diversity revolution. My upbringing was smack dab in the middle of 70s hippie snotty know-it-all America, not untinged by anomie.
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