How do you make a corned beef on St. Paddy’s Day when you have to work and won’t get home in time to fix it? For many years Mom’s answer was the Slow Cooker. Just rush around in the morning trying not to get your professional outfit messy by wearing an apron and knowing full… Continue reading Corned Beef Champs
Old Maid
It hadn’t been an easy life for Frankie. Considered an old maid at the age of nineteen with no prospects, she was given a one way ticket from Oregon to Palms, California to meet her new husband. She was a good Christian girl with skills in all the home arts. She could cook, sew, rig… Continue reading Old Maid
Life in G-ville
Waiting in line at the bank the guy in front of me wears tight yellow leggings beneath which I can see the outline of his baggy jockey shorts. He wears a frilly yellow see-through blouse. A floppy old felt hat with a pink flower stuck in the hat band completes his outfit. He smiles a semi-toothy grin. … Continue reading Life in G-ville
Higher Ground
Prim and proper, not considered a beauty with her thin brown hair, smallish eyes a little too close together- a nondescript hazel, She was sturdy in frame – just ripened into womanhood when she made the journey across country in a covered wagon from Iowa to Oregon. There must have been a flood that year… Continue reading Higher Ground
A Pound of Ground Round
Mother was a terrible cook. I mean really terrible. Our standard family dinners usually began sometime in the afternoon when she would call out to me, “Run to the store and get a pound of Ground Round and some Head Lettuce, aka:Iceberg Lettuce.” A typical weekly menu would look something like this: Monday: Hamburger Patty with Bun… Continue reading A Pound of Ground Round