Showing posts from June, 2010

Mother of All Meatloaves (aka Gonzales Meat Loaf)

Meatloaf  is classic southern comfort food, and when I discovered this recipe a few years ago, I have never looked at another. Hence, the mother of all meatloaves.  This is a favorite in our home.  Gathering around the table for a good home-cooked meal with the family is a perishing art form, sadly.  It doesn't have to be gourmet.  It just has to be done.  And to be done, it has to be planned.  Take some time, grab your favorite cookbook, search for simple recipes online, make a list, get to the store, simplify your schedule, and serve your family.  It will be the simple times around the dinner table and the aroma in the kitchen that your children will remember when they are grown, more than any expensive meal out. Cherish the miracle of ordinary days, as Emily is advised in the Pulitzer Prize-winning drama, Our Town, when she is allowed to revisit one ordinary day from her past, "At least choose an unimportant day.  Choose the least important day in your life.  It will be imp

Remember the Dream. Remember November.

"We must act today in order to preserve tomorrow." President Ronald Reagan

Cumberland Island, Wild and Beautiful

"A grand and graceful mansion located on Georgia's Golden Isles on the state's southernmost coastal island, Cumberland Island was the 19th century retreat of Thomas and Lucy Carnegie who, in 1900, built Greyfield for their daughter, Margaret Ricketson. Converted to an inn during 1962 by her daughter, Lucy R. Ferguson, and family - who oversee the daily operation - Greyfield Inn exudes the welcoming atmosphere and charm of a family home." We had the pleasure of spending several days here celebrating our 15th wedding anniversary. Every part of our stay was charming, like stepping back in time, graced by nature at every turn. No cars are allowed on the island except for a few service vehicles and very few residents. 80% of the island is part of the National Seashore with 18 miles of pristine white sand beach. No wonder that John F. Kennedy, Jr. chose this enchanted island for his wedding to Carolyn Bessette in 1996 at the First African Baptis


Written by Laura Jeanne Allen My Grandfather and Grandmother were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more. They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where they always had warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my Grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places "shmily" w