~By Katie Blais So many memories of my grandmother involve some sort of food and eating. Picnics at the lake on Sundays in the summer with her green canteen full of lemonade. Coming up from the beach at noon, covered in salt and sun screen and having her make me an egg salad sandwich ……
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Love As Licorice
~By Carl Unger There are two things about me you should know: I love my wife, and I loathe licorice. The former is a simple enough truth-she’s smart, funny and kind, the bee’s knees all around-but the latter is a more complex matter. My hatred for licorice is so pure, so raw, that the barest…
Don’t Mess With Perf-Egg-tion
~By Emily Workman My Mother’s family, the Jorgensen’s, had very structured guidelines about holiday traditions. For instance, they always went on a picnic and rolled hardboiled eggs down the steep hills of Logan Canyon on Easter. In observation of this particular tradition, my Alaskan family and I have ended up shivering inside a car, looking…
A Memorable Feast 