He usually was smiling
Joe was my stepfather, but he was so much more to me than just a substitute dad for when my biological dad wasn’t around. How does one go about writing a tribute story about someone they loved? I guess it’s by sharing my favorite memories of that person. This one is about my stepfather – Joe. Continue reading
Get there early!
I cooked up a mess of buttermilk pancakes the other morning and if I do say so myself, I make a pretty tasty pancake. It had been several months since I’d cooked them because, well I just don’t have the number of ‘customers’ that I used to have. Two thirds of my younger clientele has moved out, onto their own culinary feasts. Many times when I’m cooking pancakes, (especially if kielbasa sausage is involved), I am reminded of the annual Pork Festival in Eaton, Ohio. Continue reading