During the last year of my army hitch I was given the task of being the overnight baker in my mess hall. It was a strange but happy time. The first pleasure came from listening to Jimi Hendrix on my radio, as opposed to my sergeant barking orders at me. But the...
A sweet friend recently sent me a birthday gift of some books. Cook books. As if I already didn’t have enough. Or did! But that’s a story for another post and a cooler time. For now, let’s just say that cook books are a great tool for the...
As a kid, I was your typical late 1970s long haired, art class social outcast. Not exactly a high achiever at school, especially since I was prescribed with learning disabilities. Math was my biggest enemy. When I joined the United States Army and...
