Well, well, weeelll. LOOK who turned one year old this weekend?! No, not Henry the dog. Plum Pie the blog, that’s who! I have to say, even though this little blog has a ways to go, it sure has come a long way since the beginning days. And if I am being completely honest here, I did have a “test” blog on blogspot for a few months before I moved to…
Well, I hope you didn’t think I forgot about you! I sincerely apologize for my lengthy hiatus. I had had big plans to write a post before heading off to Italy last Monday, but for some reason, I just couldn’t get it together. Shocking, I know. Between packing, eating, sleeping, and touring all historical landmarks within a 30-mile radius of Charlottesville, I had little time to think. My apologies. So,…
Have you ever tried to make fresh squeezed lemonade? Because it is the bomb and so, so easy. Seriously, you will thank me later. In fact, it may change your entire summer. Promise. Have I convinced you to try it, yet? I had actually never made my own fresh squeezed lemonade until the summer of 1995 when I reached the apparent maximum on my lemonade spending allowance. Didn’t know there…
Yesterday, I had the sudden urge to go running outside. This may not seem very newsworthy, but I rarely, if ever, have these urges. So when these urges strike, I have to take advantage of them immediately. Every now and then, I will go for a run on a beautiful day and feel refreshed and fantastic. More often, I go on a run, my knee starts hurting towards the end,…
Carrots, an underrated vegetable, are often overlooked in the grocery store. Why? Because many children all over the world have been scarred by mushy, cafeteria-style carrots (I know it isn’t just me). When I think of cooked carrots I always think of the mushy boiled variety or the packaged baby kind that frequented many lunch boxes growing up. The turning point for me may have been when I tasted spiced carrot…
Memories of Christmas morning always include french toast, and my grandfather made the absolute best. We would bring out the griddle, and he would fry the custard-soaked french bread slices until crisp and golden. Dusted with powdered sugar and served with a side of bacon and fresh squeezed orange juice, it was the perfect, if not calorie-laden, fuel for…
Confession: I kind of have a love/hate relationship with soup. I want to like it, I really do. And sometimes I do love it especially if you consider chili a soup, which it kind of is, right? For some reason, I am always disappointed when I order soup. It’s either too salty or doused with cream. Or it just needs something. And the stuff in the can? I don’t even…
After college, I moved to Texas for close to five years before my lovely husband (then fiance) whisked me to D.C. (now Charlottesville). I had never really had amazing Mexican food before living in Texas and am pretty positive that I didn’t even know such a thing existed. My experiences began with Pancho’s cheese dip (yes, I am from Tennessee and we did/do call it cheese dip) and ended with…