Life In Pleasantville
Food, Travel, Life
Someone told be the other day how many shopping days were left until Christmas and I nearly fell over. How did this happen? Where was I? I hate when holiday hell just sneaks up on you like that. I need time to get my brain ready long before I can think of actually making plans …
I know I’m not standard woman material. I’d rather argue politics than read about the Mom Wars. I’d rather spork myself in the eyeballs than spend hundreds of dollars shopping for fashionable shoes that I know will hurt my feet. And I’d rather spend 10 hours listening to the hamster dance song than watch one …
This is not your Grandma’s apple pie. Or maybe it is your Grandma’s apple pie, but it’s the one she hid in the kitchen and likely the reason she had to go back just once more to bring out the extra cups or napkins or a smidge more whipped cream, every time she hosted family dinners. …
Growing up, I remember there being a lot of Campbell’s Soup in my house, but I don’t recall eating a lot of soup. I guess that’s because my mother was using Campbell’s Soups as the start of something spectacular for weeknight meals long before “semi-homemade” became trendy. Tomato soup in meatloaf, Cream of Broccoli in …
Well once again it is “THAT” time of the year…”THAT” time to… deck the halls, trim the tree , silver your bells and put on your happy host face. You know what helps with that happy host face? BOOZE! Unless your guest list includes Kid Rock, P. Diddy and Charlie Sheen, stocking your bar for …
Dear Millicent, I have a family member, let’s call him Uncle Frank. Uncle Frank doesn’t know when to leave. He will stay at our place long after all our other guests have left, completely ignoring all subtle hints about the lateness of the hour like pointed yawns and comments about having to get the kids …
It’s Thursday again already and who’s ready for another Thursday Night Cocktail ? Join me, won’t you? In case you’ve forgotten, tomorrow is Halloween and it’s going to be costumes and candy and kids and rainbow coloured-barf and screaming and candy-trade fights and…this can’t just be at my house. I don’t know how it works …
For those of us who came of age during the Freddy Krueger and “Hollywood Chainsaw Hooker” era – I’m guessing the person who green-lit that movie is now working as the set designer for a musical comedy remake of Hamlet at a backwoods dinner theatre – we see shadows where there aren’t any, and hear …
