Somewhere along the line, my brother-in-law tasted deep-fried turkey and was hooked. The very next holiday involving turkey at his house presented him the opportunity to try to convert us to worshipers of deep-fried bird.
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas. Doesn’t it seem like it snowed more when we were kids? Now we see snow and think about the drudgery of shoveling, freezing our fingers and toes, and treacherous driving. But as kids we celebrated the snowfall by building a snowman and throwing snowballs from behind the walls ofContinue reading “Christmas Reminiscing”