You learn the most interesting cooking tips in the grocery store. I ran into Pat Ledbetter of Banner last week, and we were discussing my disaster cake a few weeks ago, that I turned into chocolate trifle.
Joel and I spent a couple of days on the Mississippi Gulf Coast last week for a Mississippi Press Association board retreat. That was the coldest trip I’ve ever been on to the Mississippi coast. I didn’t expect it to be that cool and didn’t take a sweater or jacket, but I came home with one.
Cathrine Griffin, formerly of Bruce, sent us a treasure last week. In preparing to move from Greenville to Ecru, where husband Rick has been called to preach, she found a copy of Derma High School’s first school paper from September 1939.
The family of the late Dee Taylor of Bruce was among 40 families honored at the Mississippi Organ Recognition Ceremony in Tupelo Sunday. The program is to recognize families who have allowed a family member to donate their tissues and organs after death.
Occasionally you use a certain recipe so many times, you get burned out on it, and then some time later (maybe even a couple of years), it’s brand new all over again.
Sometimes it’s just easier to start over. With that in mind, Joel and I destroyed a couple of landscaped areas at our house that were simply overgrown beyond fixing.
Our hearts were broken last Thursday when we heard of the death of Nancy Funderburg. Mrs. Nancy had been writing the Pleasant Hill news for The Journal for 17 years.
It took all of one episode for me to get hooked on Downton Abbey. Although the British period drama television series is filming its 4th season, I am a bit late to the table.
On our to-do list this year was to get matching glazed flower pots for our patio. The patio is a work in progress. Last year we got patio furniture and landscaped the fence line behind the patio with Yellow Jasmine Vines, Sweet Olive bushes, Carissa Hollies, knockout roses and some annuals for color.
I decided the best way to tell Addi Claire about the passing of our dog was to tell her the truth, since I am still having to hedge after telling her King, our Border Collie (who died last year), is “at the vet.”