I am not a fan of zebra print, never have been, but you better bet I am not going to pass up a set of “zebra strip club mugs” at a thrift store.
This story is the story of a magical friendship formed over the mutual adoration of giant German Shepherds, cinnamon raisin scones and pure cussedness.
Somehow in a haze of masks, bad behavior and a weird casserole of neverending days and days like shooting stars, we have landed at the countdown to Thanksgiving. This is my 20th year baking professionally for Thanksgiving. Were I anyone but me, I could present you with a graph of the increase in orders every year. But I am deathly allergic to graphs, spreadsheets and all other forms of data that don’t use a notebook and perfect pen
If Patience is a virtue than Persimmons are the perfect plant to push your pertinacious personality. Oriental persimmons take seven years to fruit. 7. I get antsy waiting for my toast to toast. BUT, some lovely garden fairy planted persimmons in the pasture of the house we rent and apparently it is this tree’s 7thContinue reading “Paper Canoes, Patrick Shawn, Patchwork Quilts&Cats, Persimmon Envy.”
The Biltmore Estate and I go wayyyyy back. I am a house fiend, castle fiend, garden fiend and a history dork. So when we moved to NC back in the early 90’s, I was instantly smitten with the concept of the Biltmore. Mom took me there as a high school graduation trip from which IContinue reading “Downton Abbey/Biltmore Shabby”
ALSO, if you missed the Dior Skull ring collection and are still smarting from that style defeat, Mr. Butler’s skull ring below, retails for a cool $1200.00 versus $11,500.00 WITH the added bonus of not worrying about anybody ELSE shopping in Harris Teeter sporting the same ring because YOURS is custom.)
…I am DELIGHTED to announce I have conquered a life goal!!!!
Did you know though, that I am an idiot?
That one bite, thin slices of white bread, one slice cheddar and thick smears of Gulden’s mustard, sent me back to the land of Spanish moss, magical houses and loose burgers.
“If you don’t jump to out your jeans on, baby, you don’t feel my pain…”