My mom likes clippings. She gathers little newspaper articles and magazine factoids and all sorts of little juicy goodness, divides them into piles, and then send them out to her daughters. I get a lot of cartoons. I think she knows they’re at my level. One article, however, was on last meals. The author was from the south, and he described with alarming alacrity … Continue reading last meals

My family’s a little . . . different. While everyone else is trying to find the newest hot spot, restaurant, and bar, we’re hot on the trail of the dive-iest, most out-of-the-way little hole-in-the-wall we can find. The White River Fish House in Branson, Missouri, isn’t a dive, and it’s not out of the way, but it’s certainly unique! It’s a Bass Pro Shop restaurant … Continue reading White River Fish House Awesomeness

The problem with my cooking is that it tastes extraordinarily mundane. It’s true. I am a big fan of Real Simple recipes because they have enough ingredients to make me feel like I’m actually cooking without having to roast pheasant and serve it under glass roughly eight hours later. The problem, however, is that the food just doesn’t taste that great. And when I say … Continue reading help in aisle 4