You never heard of Walsh Salad? That’s because “Walsh” is a family code word. We have these wonderful friends named Walsh, who were growing their own produce in their back [space] yard (I hate backyard — HATE it) before it was cool. So, if we…
You never heard of Walsh Salad? That’s because “Walsh” is a family code word. We have these wonderful friends named Walsh, who were growing their own produce in their back [space] yard (I hate backyard — HATE it) before it was cool. So, if we…
I’m gearing up for the April A-to-Z Blogging Challenge (again: post every day for a month except for Sundays — do post the first Sunday, because it’s April 1, the first day of the challenge). I’m thinking of having a theme this year. Memories. So…
I mean Corydon. Out in the country. ~God, please don’t strike me dead, I still have a dual passport as a City Gal.~ It may be because I just watched a rerun of M*A*S*H, but I saw this flu-shot clinic set up in the hospital…
