As a parent, you’re introduced to things non-parents might never have to know.
Another school year is upon us, and you swear this is the year the kids will get out of bed early and have a decent breakfast – none of this racing out the door with a waffle that’s half frozen in the middle (pretty easy to Leggo that Eggo).
Congratulations to Michelle Noffze of Fargo, our first winner of The Great Indoors Community Cookoff. Her Crab Pasta Salad got the most votes for our first segment on summer salads.
In the 1970’s, when I was a Campfire Girl, I spent a good deal of time trying to sell Campfire Candy.
I never did master it. (Maybe, that’s why I was so impressed years later to find out my good friend, Carrie, was named a “Campfire Candy Queen” for her top notch sales. I’m still a little jealous.)
Last week as I walked around the Downtown Fargo Street Fair, I noticed a big group of people standing around a booth near NP Avenue.
My first assumption was it had to be the Fry Bread Tacos, but as I walked closer I saw people walking away with tiny cups of red slushy drinks. But they weren’t anything you could get at the 7 Eleven.
What is it about food on a stick that makes grown men and women skip leisurely lunch hours in air conditioned restaurants for a chance to stroll and chew?
My husband comes from a small town in Iowa, a place where lunch is dinner and dinner is supper, Norman Rockwellesque farms dot the landscape and drivers give nods and pinky waves to each other as they pass on the road.
About a month ago, I had a pleasant surprise. I found rhubarb in my backyard. For those of you wondering why I wouldn’t have noticed this sooner, I have a reason. We bought our new house over the winter when the snow and ice blanketed the yard and garden. Who knew I had this glorious plant in our midst? So imagine how happy I was when the snow (finally) went away and there it was.
Nothing tastes better with hot dogs, hamburgers and fireworks on a hot summer day than a cold and delicious salad.
Something happens when the food you are about to eat is as much a feast for the eyes as it is for the stomach. It just seems to taste a little bit better.
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