When we were first married,my parents called us one night and offered to run away with us for the weekend, to kick off our sandals and relax in the Florida Keys. …
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really, just saying the name brown butter popsicles inspires a feeling of naughtiness. these aren’t the critters we bought from the truck with the never-ending-jingle that rolled through our neighborhood as…
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My girl loves to bake. So do her brothers. And so, fortunately/unfortunately, do their friends. Sometimes, they’ll spoil me and make something healthful; and sometimes not. Because on the weekend, it’s…