#4 Daughter (the amazing Sara Marian) and I each drove to the fabulous Jeff Wyler Nissan in Louisville (my imaginary car dealer/service establishment boyfriend) so she could drop her car off for service. She had taken it to a different Nissan dealer and had had…
My late mother watched what I think was entirely too much situation comedy television; it made her crack wise, like, ALL the TIME. Sometimes it got a little too much. “Mom,” I would say, “you’re driving me crazy!” To which she would reply, That’s not…
So I scored some great thighs at the farmers’ market…. Wait. Let me rephrase. I bought some small-farm-raised chickens’ thighs at the farmers’ market, and I braised them in butter and then simmered them in a sauce of cream of mushroom soup, sliced portobello mushrooms,…
