~By Kate H. Knapp If I could go back in time and impart one piece of wisdom to my younger self, it would be to appreciate the soup. Granted, I’ve learned plenty that could benefit the immature me, plus things that would redefine many of the mistakes I have made since those days of youth….
Month: March 2009
Here’s To You, Mr. Martinson
~By Sarah Pascarella I’ve been drinking coffee since the ripe old age of eight. My first taste was purely an accident. One Saturday morning, my mother had gotten up from eating breakfast to refill her cup. She returned to the table, coffee pot in hand, a twinkle of mischief in her eye. Before adding to…
A Not So Rockin’ New Year
~By Katie Blais OK, this might not be the nicest thing to say, but my mom isn’t the best cook. Many a debacle has taken place in our kitchen. One time she set pork chops on fire on the grill-my dad came home from work to charred pork chops floating in a pail next to…
Snickers Not-So-Rocky Road
~By Kate H. Knapp Sometimes in life, all the ducks that have been flying aimlessly in circles line up in a perfect row and give you a blissful moment of pure clarity. My ducks came together in the form of a new candy bar. I have resisted gas station candy bars for quite some time now,…
Time in a Pickled Jar
~By Kate H. Knapp The old saying, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure,” can be aptly applied to my addiction to pickled eggs. Most turn their noses up in disgust at the “rubbery” snack, but I take pure delight in the crumbly yellow yolk wrapped in an elastic vinegar shell. If you’re not familiar…
A Memorable Feast 