I fancy myself a fan of good, hearty Midwest comfort food. I grew up in Ohio and ate fresh-caught fried walleye at my gramma’s cottage, beef and noodles from my mom’s kitchen and broccoli cheese casserole when we went out for dinner. So when I was watching the Chicago ep of Feed the Beast (psst,…
There are some stories that are just infamous in every family. The time gramma read your love letters, the time mom walked through the screen door and, for me, the time my husband told me my stuffed peppers weren’t how his mom used to make them. (I’m sure it’s payback for the years of razzing…
My mom was a working, single parent with feisty children. But the house was always clean, food was always on the table, we got our vitamins and went to bed on time every night. Thinking back on it, the poor thing probably didn’t have any time for herself at all. But I will remember my…
I grew up on hearty, delicious, simple comfort food. To this day, my favorite foods revolve around the recipes my mom made for me when I was a kid. One of my ultimate favorites and what I always want when I’m sick is not chicken noodle soup, (cause I’m a fat kid at heart) but…
I was reading up on my genealogy and I found this fun story about my GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT Grandmother, Rachel. Her and her husband packed up their covered wagon and moved to Northwest Ohio (where my family has lived since then). They lived in a hollowed out tree while they built a log cabin….