Cooking, Creating, and Everything in Between
Firestone Tire Cookies I used to fear taking my car to the garage. I was often the only woman in the waiting room– a dim, crowded place filled with “Mechanics Monthly” magazines and lots of men irritated by the noises…
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Let me tell you ’bout a girl I know She is my baby and she lives next door Every mornin’ ‘fore the sun comes up She brings me coffee in my favorite cup That’s why I know, yes, I know…
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A Tale of Two Salts I’ll never forget the day I encountered “gourmet salt” at the store. I smirked. “GOURMET salt?” I giggled. “Who would be stupid enough to pay $10 for a container of salt, when you could pay…
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