In our family and beyond, Earl is known for his funeral potatoes, a dish guaranteed to hasten a heart attack but also guaranteed to be the first to disappear. Who can resist cheddar cheese, diced potatoes, sour cream, and cream

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This past weekend Earl and I were in attendance when Georgia Tech trounced the University of Notre Dame’s football team. The Yellow Jackets showed little remorse as they stung and stung again, while the ND quarterback — regardless of which

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I’ve gone back on my word not to visit Starbuck’s. I’d kissed the coffee chain good-bye a while back when I stood in line over fifteen minutes to get my specially made latte and wondered if any coffee was worth

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I’ve written about Earl’s penchant for gadgets before; how our kitchen is stocked with almost every imaginable tool to help in meal preparation. The thing is, however, that gadget companies are always coming up with new ideas. I guess they

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It’s an old family habit I learned at my Mother’s knee. Whenever we went out for breakfast, she would always, always ask for buttered toast. It was the criterion on which a restaurant was judged.

One time years ago we

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I’d seen the advertisements on posters and the sides of busses all over New York. Nathan’s famous hotdogs were described as all beef and bigger-than-the-bun. I began to want one, although I wasn’t sure when I’d find time to track

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Earl and I attended an outdoors show at a local arena a few weeks back. It’s one of those shows where boats and fishing are the featured attractions, but other vendors with peripheral interests to the outdoors set up booths.

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Early yesterday morning Earl and a couple buddies went fishing in Lake Michigan. He arrived home mid-afternoon with three fish as the result of his efforts, so of course we had one for dinner.

It reminded me of the time

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