It’s International Women’s Day. And apparently I’m supposed to celebrate. Wait for it. My mother said the most freeing thing about turning 50 was that she felt she could finally say whatever the hell she wanted. Prior to that, she always felt the need to “respect her elders” (which in practice always seems to … More Hear Me Roar…
This was part of the Seven Fishes feast. My round one, and our course one. One of the few days a year we were guaranteed to go to mass was Christmas morning. Afterwards, we struggled to find a place to eat. This was more of a philosophical struggle than anything else. My mom never wanted … More Southern Deconstructed Bagel
“Makes no sense, I know. Crazy.” (this line and the title come from the amazing, if NSFW, “International Players Anthem” of UGK featuring Outkast.) Typically, I haven’t liked any item on my “x before x” lists to depend upon others. Among other reasons, this is why “get married”, or “have kids” have not been on … More I’m No Island. A Peninsula, Maybe.
When I was a kid, we rarely ate out. But when we did, it was almost always Italian. The family went through a brief Macaroni Grill phase (which my father always called “Mack-a-moni”). It might have been because I could draw on the tablecloths. I highly doubt it was because of the food. Usually, though, … More Mussels with Foie Gras
Believe it or not, I used to have a much harder time curbing my mouth and the words that come out of it. My mother still says (at least when I’m pre-coffee) that I have a tongue like an adder [we won’t bicker on how it’s technically their bite that’s deadly and not their tongue…and … More Not That Kind of Girl…
Believe it or not, this is an old TTENG-family recipe. Well, not exactly. In the early-mid 1980s, before I was born, my parents had an apartment in Atlanta. They actually got married in front of their Christmas tree in this apartment in Atlanta. #homebodies #lifegoals. Anyway, they were close with their next-door neighbor whom I … More A (Wo)Man, (A) Can, (A) Clam…Soup
Despite the title, I just want to go on the record that those commercials are annoying. It makes me never want to buy a Subaru. Next on the 40 before 40? Volunteer regularly (again). I was homeschooled for a major chunk of my pre-college life. One thing my mother did that I think was brilliant … More Put a Little Love in Your Heart