“WHAT ARE YOU COOKING for supper, Toby?”
Many years ago, when my dad was in his late 80s and early 90s, at least once a week, he would call me about 5 p.m. 409 more words
I was out of town for five days so I was skeptical about opening the refrigerator tonight.
After I started defrosting some chicken breasts and put a pan of rice on the stove, the multi-colored carrots caught my eye in the fruit drawer—purple and yellow carrots. 289 more words