I was such a momma’s girl when I was little.
This week I’ve been hungry for meat loaf, one of my favorite meat dishes. Our family likes it, too, especially our son, Jamie, who could live off meat loaf sandwiches. I always make sure there’s meat loaf in the refrigerator when he’s here.
I am amused when I hear people refer to today’s mail as “snail mail.” When I was a kid growing up on the ranch, we didn’t have a telephone — not until I was about 14 — so mail was the only way we had to communicate with people who didn’t live in the community.
My siblings and I have become the older generation that used to look on fondly as we organized games and chased after children. We are the old folks who go to bed early so we can get up with the sun, while our descendants reminisce and laugh late into the night.
It was the first day of kindergarten. I was scared to death because I had never really spent much time away from my mother. I remember seeing this little girl across the room.
When I was a kid growing up on the ranch, a trip to town was a big deal.
This past week I got to meet Mary Burnett in person. Mary lives in Craig and previously has contributed recipes in this column.
The unexpected spring storm that dumped some serious snow on our state last week shut down all kinds of activities on the Front Range and Western Slope. Encountering the unanticipated can send students into a flurry of thinking that the grass must be greener (sooner) somewhere else.
In the past week, we’ve lost two members of our family: our cow, Cocoa Bean, and our dog, Girl.
Each year, 4-H members and their chaperones from Moffat, Routt, Rio Blanco, Grand, Jackson, Eagle and Garfield counties meet to participate in a District 11 Retreat. This year’s retreat was held at the Marriott Residence Inn in Glenwood Springs from March 1 through 3.
Years ago, people routinely prepared recipes such as eggnog, ice cream and mayonnaise without cooking whole eggs or egg yolks. However, according to Karen Massey, Routt County Extension director and Family Consumer and Science agent, recent research has shown that pathogens are found inside the egg shell as well as on the outside.
On the path we call life, there are mountaintops, and there are valleys. Then, there are pits, and those pits sometimes are dug by us, and other times, we are thrown in by someone else.
I’m baffled by technology. Bamboozled. I don’t instinctively know how to navigate new sites. I’m unable to perceive the function and relationship of every command, icon and arrow.
You know the old saying, “If you get bucked off a horse, you better get right back on”?
his week, I was thumbing through the recipe cards in my old metal recipe file. I started the file before I was married, so it contains some recipes from my mother and other relatives. I took out a recipe for “Never Fail Mayonnaise” that was given to me by my Aunt Lila Osborn, who passed away some years ago.