Food is definitely one of the reasons Paris is my favorite city. The wine, the sauces, the bread, the crepes, the pastries. But one of the things I really love is La Cure Gourmande. I wanted to share this experience with you. Too bad there's no scratch 'n sniff or lick 'n taste on your screen! (don't try it!)
I recently entered a contest for Esquire magazine's 79th anniversary. They asked writers to submit a story that conveyed plot, theme, characterization, originality, and the topic "Summer". And all that in a limit of 79 words. Seriously, people? I don't sneeze with less than 79 words. As those of you who read my blogs or listen to me talk already know, I don't know the Cliff's Notes abbreviated version of ANYTHING. When I tell a story, I go down more rabbit holes than Alice in Wonderland. I can type up stories all day--pages and pages. Blah, blah, blah, blah. But editing them? Knowing which blah to cut out? AACCK! So I tried to just concentrate on coming up with an idea that would be unique and catchy. I figured everyone else would do beach or boating or barbeque or something so typically summer. I wanted to be different and stand out among the entries. Continue reading "Summer in 79 Words"
True story. Too embarrassing to share, too funny not to share. I needed to run to the grocery store for one item to complete a recipe for lunch. I was still in my pajamas (don't judge!) and didn't want to delay the whole recipe to shower and dress. So I grungily grabbed last night's capri jeans off the top of the hamper and quickly pulled them on (you've done that before, right? I'm not the only one that pulls on dirty jeans for a quick trip, am I? I mean, it's not like they were "dirty". I wore them for a couple of hours. I didn't even sweat. I sat on a couch.) I topped off my outfit with a t-shirt over my PJ tank top, threw a cap over my hair (I brushed it first) and off I went to the store, secretly praying that I wouldn't run into anyone I knew (and throwing in prayers for world peace intermittently so I didn't seem totally vain and trivial.) I actually made it through the store in record time, and I made it out with buying only the item I needed (and a Diet Coke--because if you're dressed and out of the house at the store, you might as well caffeine-up.) I normally always run into former students/parents or church friends at the store. But not today! My bare-faced, cap-wearing, dirty-jean, sloppy-'cause-I-didn't-get-dressed-yet-today trip out of the house was successful and uneventful. Or so I thought. Continue reading "Laundry Lessons Learned –Don’t Do This"
People always ask why I quit doing weddings. There wasn't just one reason. Part of it was that weddings just got out of hand. TV shows like Bridezilla and Platinum Weddings ruined them. Brides started to think they were supposed to yell , scream and stomp their feet to get what they were entitled to. Couples with a $7500 budget wanted $750,000 weddings, and they felt cheated if they couldn't have them. When you really think about it, every wedding is planned on a budget. Some budgets are just more generous than others. I always tried to get my brides to figure out what was most important to them; what was non-negotiable? What aspect of the wedding did she have to keep in the budget in order to make the day what she wanted it to be? It may be a certain photographer, an awesome band, or exotic flowers. A few had a dress or a cake that was the pinnacle of happiness. But usually if we could figure out the most important element for the day, then we could trim the budget elsewhere to make it come together. Of course, to do this, it helped if the wedding couple had some tiny little shred of common sense and decency. Something that was non-existent with a bride we’ll call “Toni”. Continue reading "Fried Chicken & Gravy on Satin"