
Dad is the cheesecake man. He makes really fantastic cheesecakes that are ginormous. And that means they are really, really big. Since I don't get to see him very often, he made a huge effort to make every yummy treat he knew how to make.

Dad is the cheesecake man. He makes really fantastic cheesecakes that are ginormous. And that means they are really, really big. Since I don't get to see him very often, he made a huge effort to make every yummy treat he knew how to make.
Aunt Marie sent me home with a bouquet of edible flowers. They were beautiful and I was thrilled - but a bit hesitant to actually eat a flower.
These are stuffed with cream cheese and chives and next time I get my hands on a few blooms I am going to try the honey and walnut recipe.
Cienna promised to show me how to make monkey bread. I remembered it as a gooey, sticky, caramelized treat when I was a kid. Could it possibly be as good now?
Apparently these kids think so. They must be the monkey bread monkeys. I thought it was great, too.





Are you scared of sweetened condensed milk? If so run far, far away. And hand me your brownie before you scamper off.
Mmmm...tempting dessert or tantalizing husband.....delicious dessert or deliciously sweet hubby....can I have both?
Mustard. It is such a divisive condiment. The person in my household who is in favor of mustard (Kevin) tends to be the one who makes the potato salad so it usually contains mustard. When Kevin volunteered to bring kabobs to a dinner party last weekend, and then decided to make some potato salad to go with it, I was ready to eat first so I wouldn't be hungry when I declined half the dinner. But then he found a mustard-less potato salad recipe and harmony was restored to our fridge.
by: Judith Viorst
She's been a good daughter, my mother Kay
(In contrast to Walter her brother,
Who showed no respect). And she kept her room clean
And she never talked fresh to her mother.
In college she tried, while maintaining straight A's,
To write twice a week or more often
(Unlike that bum Walter, who just called collect
And with news that drove nails in their coffin).
The boys Kay went with were all that her folks
And their gin club and swim club expected.
(The girls Walter went with her folks only prayed
That he wouldn't come home from infected.)
Above-the-waist petting was all she allowed
Till the day she was led to the alter.
Yes, good is the word for my mother Kay.
(Heck knows what the word is for Walter.)
She's been a good daughter, my mother Kay,
As well as a good wife and mother.
She promised her folks that she's taking them in
When they're old. (Could they go live with her brother?)
On how to raise children and which car to buy
She accepts their suggestions, and gladly.
(That Walter, believe me, you can't tell a thing.
He responds to advice very badly.)
Kay, when a card should be sent, sends a card,
And a birthday is never forgotten.
(That Walter can't even remember the day
That his mother was born. Is that rotten?)
At forty Kay can look back on a life
Where she followed the rules to the letter
And won the esteem of her mother and dad,
Except-they like Walter much better.


The canary has died. Now the only question that remains to be answered is if the miners can get out of the cave before succumbing. Let the scratching and biting begin....
This salad is absolutely the best chicken salad ever to cross my lips. It started with our monthly Penzeys ad arriving in the mail. Kevin snatched it and hovered over every page. Then he announced that we simply had to go to Penzeys to buy some Cajun seasoning. Without checking the store hours, we arrived half an hour before they opened, and fiddled around in Uptown for a bit.
It's been a long time since I put up a recipe. I know because Mom called to ask if I had fallen off the face of the earth. Maybe. I've been cooking, just not posting. Which is too bad because this roasted cauliflower is F.A.N.T.A.S.T.I.C. and I haven't been meaning to deprive you of it.