Author: Debbi Covington

Steamy summer nights have all of a sudden turned into busy autumn evenings. Where does the time go every day? The sun comes up late and goes down early. I find that I’m spending more time chasing my tail than actually accomplishing my tasks.

Tailgating: Part Two Happy Football Season! This week I’m sharing five more delicious and easy recipes that are great for tailgating. I’ve gotta send a thank you shout out to my dear friend and fabulous photographer, Susan DeLoach, for shooting all of the yummy photos. Enjoy!

Tailgating: Part One ‘Tis the season! It’s once again time to break out the coolers and team banners and head back to college to watch football teams pass, toss and kick a pigskin ball up and down a field of green grass. Some folks that I know actually plan their lives around football season and travel up and down the east coast to attend every game.

Tailgating: Part One ‘Tis the season! It’s once again time to break out the coolers and team banners and head back to college to watch football teams pass, toss and kick a pigskin ball up and down a field of green grass. Some folks that I know actually plan their lives around football season and travel up and down the east coast to attend every game.

As another wonderful summer comes to an end, I have found myself with an excess of some of our favorite vegetables. Unlike my grandmothers, my mother and my aunts, I never got the knack for canning vegetables. I think after eating jar after jar of gray-colored green beans during my childhood, the idea of “putting up” vegetables just wasn’t appealing.

As another wonderful summer comes to an end, I have found myself with an excess of some of our favorite vegetables. Unlike my grandmothers, my mother and my aunts, I never got the knack for canning vegetables. I think after eating jar after jar of gray-colored green beans during my childhood, the idea of “putting up” vegetables just wasn’t appealing.

When I was growing up, my mother’s go-to salad was a wedge of iceberg lettuce topped with a blob of chunky blue cheese dressing. She and Daddy scarfed it up like it was candy. I turned my nose up. What was the appeal of this stinky, gooey cheese stuff? Of course, I swore that I would never eat blue cheese.

When I was growing up, my mother’s go-to salad was a wedge of iceberg lettuce topped with a blob of chunky blue cheese dressing. She and Daddy scarfed it up like it was candy. I turned my nose up. What was the appeal of this stinky, gooey cheese stuff? Of course, I swore that I would never eat blue cheese.

I wish I had a really good tale to share in this issue, but I don’t. A combination of busyness and laziness has kept me at home for most of the week. I have, however, been trying some new recipes that I thought Vince and I would enjoy. So, they’re my column for this week.

I wish I had a really good tale to share in this issue, but I don’t. A combination of busyness and laziness has kept me at home for most of the week. I have, however, been trying some new recipes that I thought Vince and I would enjoy. So, they’re my column for this week.