In just 8 days, it will be Christmas and in Eastern North Carolina there are few Christmas trees to be found hanging around waiting to be adopted and dressed for the season. I find this odd since in my Nutmegger days, this is about when you might start looking for...
My husband is of Italian descent and that means, for him, food is love. I am a Heinz-57 conglomeration and that means, for me, food is sustenance. So every holiday we have a little tango about the appropriate menu, which I (who makes outstanding reservations and not...
I’m glad that’s over. Not a sentiment shared by many, but truly I could skip from Thanksgiving and slide right into the New Year without a blink. My oldest sister calls me a Grinch, which is not entirely without merit. However, I do decorate and bake cookies and send...
