By the time I hit sixth grade in South Carolina, I was on my seventh school. This was due to my fathers job; he worked in plastics manufacturing when it was a brand new industry.
I found another treasure at the Farmers Market last Saturday. It was all for me alone, and I saved it for a special night. Every summer, I look for garden tomatoes. You won’t catch me
“This time I am going to order something different.” I always say the same thing when we eat at the Original Pancake House on Trenholm. It never happens. Invariably I order the usual, potato pancakes;
It was Saturday afternoon at the grocery store and it was time for another taste test. As we approached, a young woman curled and stretched her fingers inside the plastic glove, unused to the feeling