near former President Jimmy Carter’s hometown and that peanut farm that was given up so that there would be no conflicts of interest. Anyway, I remember thinking meh
I hadn’t planned to take an extended vacation from blogging and it seems like it was only a month, but it was January, January for heaven’s sake. But life gets bumpy and there were two weddings and a funeral.
For the upcoming weddings, I had decided to write a family heritage cookbook. It sounds “cooler” than it was, but still, it was pretty cool.
Gathering recipes from three families and putting them into a modern cookbook was fun and interesting. Designing the cover, learning the nuances of the software, and finding help with the editing wasn’t as much fun but the finished product was well worth it.
I chose to work with “Create My Cookbook” because of the ease of their program. I was super happy with the finished product. I wished that I could have figured out how to use my own photos on the cover and in the future, I want to change the photos but I spent a ridiculous amount of time on that subject and simply had to move on. Shout out to my Alyssa Harms for her skills on that cover!
Not a graphic designer, an editor, nor a very good writer, I was successful in so many other ways. For example, I had always wanted to make a pretty cake. So, I used a recipe from my niece’s grandmother, watched a bunch of YouTube, shopped on Amazon for cake decorating tools, and the result was this delicious number.
I learned more about heritage and regional recipes such as making a different Tortiere recipe from her Quebec family line.
Or, paczki’s from her Polish heritage made every year by her father and two uncles.
I learned that when your niece marries a Kearney, you dig through your Ireland photos looking for Kate Kearney’s Cottage and Kearney’s Castle.
Not realizing how important this photo of Grandpa would be by the end of this summer month.
Preserving handwritten recipes, photos, and stories became a labor of love, a gift from the heart, and a new realization of traditions.
Carrying the genetic trait of fiercely proud Wisconsinite often results in my trying to explain my standards. So, let's go to Wisconsin, Belgium, Netherlands, and Germany today to document what is truly great about my favorite Italian sub sandwich.
A Monster, A Stupid Sandwich And A Classic Italian Sub Sandwich Seeking The Best Food In South Carolina
It’s not that I need to see a psychiatrist about this disorder, I just really love that sub. Every Italian sub that I eat compares to this one sub.
In the footsteps of Cribbs other restaurants, the food is locally sourced, elevated in fresh ideas that incorporate South Carolina’s best foods.
It may not be the same experience as eating German-Austrian food with that view from the border of Germany-Austria, nor like that wild night in Munich, but it also was a Wednesday evening in South Carolina.
Definitely, 2018 was the year that I became obsessed with beautiful South Carolina and hash. Let me just start here.
I was having a lot of negative thoughts about trying this dish. Such as, who likes fruitcake anyway? How can a food with glowing fruit, that lasts for years be palatable?
...what I found was the “mother of all meat and three’s,” and is like no that I have ever seen on my travels.
With a motto of “Our collection of award-winning restaurants promises you the best dining experience of your life.”