How To Garden Even If Your Thumbs are Dumb


I have to believe that there is no one on Earth that doesn’t like a garden, because really, what’s not to like: fragrance, color, form, bees, worms, food, flavor, drugs.

Of course, there’s also, back-breaking work, dirty finger nails, expense, blackspot, aphids, and just as much chance your hard work won’t come to fruition.

But what the hell. Life’s a challenge anyways. Might as well be able to eat it.

For those of you that find yourselves a bit Garden Challenged, allow me to introduce you to my eleven tips for Gardening with Dumb Thumbs:

1) You need dirt. (Unless you garden hydroponically, which is possible, but then you need a science degree and a controlled climate, and I don’t know about you, but my climate is anything but controlled. Like my tolerance for hydroponic gardening), you just need dirt.

2) This dirt should be a combination of structure, food, and drainage, which translates to top soil, compost, and sand (in that order and a ratio of 4:2:1).

3) Depending on what you grow, the soil should test to a pH level that is optimum to that plant’s needs. Tomato’s like a bit more acid (around 6.0 pH) while lilacs like their soil more alkaline (7.0 pH). I prefer the pH in my head to be more on the neutral side, like a pH of 7.0, which means ‘Personal Health of a 7 year old’.

It’s a GOAL people. Jeez.

4) If you can’t grow your own plants from seed, then purchase the best/largest/healthiest plants you can afford. They may be a little more expensive, but, they are stronger and less disease prone. Like my great Aunt Jenny. She lived to 98 and died with a martini in her hand.


5)You know the little tags on the plants that tell you how far to place each plant apart? Forget that shit. Plant close. This will keep the weeds down and the ability to retain water up.

6) Water and sunshine. How I love the beach…. wait- this is a garden post.

Back to business: You can’t maniuplate sunshine. You either have it, or you don’t, and even though there are plants that love shade, most need light. Lots of it. As for H2O, it’s like wine. I need it and I don’t want it poured on my head. Most plants will do better, with less disease, if you water from the bottom (Am I right Ladies?) Or at least water early enough from the top IF there will be time for the plants to dry off. Reminds me of a joke about two Jews and a Priest in a schvitz, the Priest asked what time it was….

7) In spite of all the Mother Earth Love of gardening organically, unless it’s veggies that are going to go into your mouth- use chemicals. When my roses are covered in aphids and my delphiniums are being eaten by little green worms that laugh in my face- I spray them with apocalyptic juices. I Am Woman. I carry Big Guns.

8) That said, I only use organic remedies and fertilizers in the vegetable garden. Not even I want to grow a third breast. Though I heard it can come in handy.

9)  Deadhead. No- not BED head- DEADHEAD. If you want your plants to continue to produce (and who doesn’t?) snip the spent flower heads off back to the stalk. As for veggies- when my herbs and lettuces start to ‘bolt’ (flower) I give them a hair cut. Maybe it IS Bed Head?

10) Choose plants for growing ‘Seasons’- planting a c-o-m-b-i-n-a-t-i-o-n. It’s no good just to plant for spring, when you think you might live into Autumn.

11)  You can torture yourself with color combinations, or, you can just resign yourself to the fact that most flower colors follow the temperature of the seasons. In example: Pale blues and pretty pinks and soft whites and pale yellows like the cool temperatures of spring. As the weather warms up- so do the colors. This stands to reason if you understand Botany. But since you probably don’t, and I do, you’re welcome.

And finally, don’t forget to take a glass of the bubbly into the garden, and sharpen your tools…

Always sharpen your tools.

My Moss Rose. I let the spent blooms go to pod because the birds love the vitamin C in the winter, and I love the birds.


One of several Foxglove (digitalis) that greet me every morning.


  • William Kendall - If I even tried to seriously garden, I’d end up killing everything I planted.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I don’t believe it. You have such love in your heart. Just look at your photography and writing!ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Encouragement even for this black-thumb girl!
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  • Cary Vaughn - I learned so much.
    Went plant shopping this past weekend and looked for tags that read “resilient.” Those are the plants for me.ReplyCancel

7 Things Your Mother Needs to Hear You Say


When I was a child, my mother was the center of my universe.

She seemed to alight from high, and softly land in all the right places.

She never raised her voice, and never ever raised her hand. All she had to do was look at me and say, ‘Cheryl Aaaann’.

Oh oh… I’m screwed.

1) Thank you for teaching me to use short phrases- with meaning.

How she put up with my shenanigans (I wore her gowns to tea parties in the woods and her false eyelashes to school) I’ll never know?

2) Thank you for nurturing my love affair with really expensive cosmetics, and the occasional ‘fake-out’.

I used to stage plays in our living room with her antique English solid walnut dining room chairs in the front yard set-up like theatre seats to view the play through our large picture window (I kept the front door open and everyone was required to ‘emote’ loudly) as I wrote, cast, choreographed, directed, and had the ‘lead’ in my own productions.

After returning home from a long day of work, did she freak out?

No. She sat down and enjoyed the show.

3) Supporting the Arts is important.

I threw Carnivals in our yard, with the directions I had sent away for from the back of a cereal box. (Of course, I charged admission. Who wouldn’t?).

Mom simply suggested I use plastic milk jugs instead of her cut crystal vases for the Roll-n-Bowl.

4) Appropriate recycling is not always up-cycling, as in, you shouldn’t put a go-cart engine on your bicycle. I know that now.

I commandeered our dog’s large fenced pen to open a consignment shop, called the Sassy Kitten (I kid you not) and got all of my friends to bring their excess stuff and then sold it back to all of their friends. (Taking a commission, of course).

After deciding that the dog’s pen was a very good place for me, she decided to join in.

Her excess fabric scraps were stylishly folded and sold for a nickel a piece.

I could keep the change if I stayed out of her hair.


By the next weekend, all the grownups  had day-glo orange and hot pink floral cotton place mats on their dining room tables.

About time.

5) Setting trends is creating standards, and then defying them; like the clash between 1960′s colonial furniture and mini skirts.

She had fabulous taste. She was a professional model, after all.

She didn’t walk, so much as, float.

When she decided to advance her career into Fashion Coordinator for some major department stores, she decided that my sister and I could make some moola as child models, so she taught us to ‘float’.

And I got of of school to do ‘it’.


“Why weren’t you at school yesterday, Cheryl?”

“I had a photo shoot. Downtown. Mrs. Duncan.”

Holy Shit! I was in Fifth grade! What a great life!

6) Work it, Baby. Work it.

And whenever I got into trouble, or found myself in a pickle, or thought my life was ending because someone said this and then that happened and, somehow, my father’s corvette had a dent, I went to her.

Because she could fix anything.  Except me. Because she loved me just the way I was.

7) Thank you Mom. Just…



My beautiful mother around age 60.

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - What a beauty. Both of you! My mom just passed this last November and there’s a million things I wish I’d said, or done differently. Great post.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Isn’t that always the way Kathleen. My Dad passed away a few years ago, but our conversation would have been MUCH different. To be continued….ReplyCancel

  • Lisa Garon Froman - What a beautiful tribute to your mom. She is beautiful. You favor her, by the way.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Now if she only had a computer she could read this! I’ll have to call her tonight! Thanks for stopping by Lisa!And thanks for the compliment….ReplyCancel

  • Elena Dillon - I have to be honest, I hesitated to click on this post. I knew it would make me cry. Yup I was right. I miss my mom too. She was such a classy lady and was so calm. Gone these 23 years I have so many things I wished I’d said. A beautiful post. Thank you.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Now you’ve made me cry. Saying things in the ‘here’ and ‘now’ is so important and yet- we hesitate. But you did click. And you did comment. And so you are in MY ‘here’ & ‘now’ and I appreciate it. Thank you. Sending you a {{hug}}Ellen. Sending you a hug.ReplyCancel

  • Claudia Schmidt - What a beauty your mom (still) is! Such a sweet story.
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    • Cheryl - Thank you Claudia. She is very much an angel. XXOOReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - You had one of those mothers. You know, the ones we read about. Who provide their kids with interesting lives. And lucky you! She was gorgeous.

  • Connie McLeod - You obviously inherited her fabulousness!ReplyCancel

  • Cary Vaughn - Wow. She is beautiful.ReplyCancel

  • Joy Christi - That is amazing. Your mother is an absolute angel, inside and out. It’s so great that you realize and appreciate that!
    My mother is the exact opposite of this, but I still try to appreciate anything positive I can find. She never abandoned us, no matter how bad we were, that’s good right? :) ReplyCancel

  • Ellen Dolgen - This is so sweet!ReplyCancel

  • Shelley Whaley-Meacham - I soooo love this & sooo remember LOTS of this ~ You (we) had a great childhood , didn’t we ??ReplyCancel

  • Mary Johnson - I love your mom! Wonderful post :) ReplyCancel

  • Foxy Wine Pocket - What a beautiful tribute to your wonderful mother. She is the kind of mother I strive to be. (Well, except I trip over my own feet.) You two amazing women are very lucky to have each other.
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    • Cheryl - Thank you Foxy! I trip over my feet, as well, so I usually wear flats. At 82 she still wears heels! Amazo!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Yes, your mother is/was beautiful and wise. Fortunately, I had the good sense to thank my mother when my children were small. I had to laugh at the “float” walk. I remember learning that when I worked as a receptionist at the John Robert Powers Modeling School in Phoenix. I’ve lost that ability as the bar in my one leg prevents doing that.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Do you remember that model walk? Oh yes- it was a standard. She had us walk across the living room with books on our head. What a cliche! But it worked! I hope you mend quickly my friend. Thanks for stopping by.ReplyCancel

      • Mari Collier - My leg is healed. It is just that the message to move while walking doesn’t always transmit the way it should. I can look like a drunken sailor. No, I don’t need a cane.ReplyCancel

        • Cheryl - Time. You need time for that brilliant head of yours to talk to your leg! I smell a story….ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - What a beautiful tribute, Cheryl. Whatever your mom did, she did right by you. The proof, as they say, is in the pudding.

    The photo is gorgeous. Like mother, like daughter!
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    • Cheryl - Thanks Cathy. She did okay- but I won’t go further then that. SHe’s the platinum standard. I love platinum however, so maybe she did!ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Very sweet of you, Cheryl. One never knows when our mother’s not going to be there anymore.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - We solidier on- but you already know that.ReplyCancel

  • Tammy - Beautiful woman, your mother. Apples rarely fall far from their tree. Beauty is one thing, character quite another. It would seem that you and your mama share an abundance of both. How wonderful for you, my friend! Lovely, lovely read.
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    • Cheryl - Aren’t you just the coolest gal ever! Thank you Tammmy! She couldn’t grow anything- not even apples in Ohio! But she did make great applesauce! Ha!ReplyCancel

  • Carla - Beautiful! Your mom sounds amazing and I am glad you have such great memories of her.
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    • Cheryl - Thank you Carla! What a pleasure to have you stop by. Gotta keep those ‘borders’ open! HA!ReplyCancel

  • Sue Pekarek - Gosh, your Mom is so elegantly beautiful and clearly was a wonderful Mom. You modeled in 5th grade- Love That! My Mom pretty much let me do anything I wanted and handled raising 8 kids like it was water. Here’s to Moms! ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - EIGHT kids!!! OMG! My mom just had my sister and me- but then there was my father and THAT’S an entirely different kind of child. Maybe I’ll write about him someday. It will BLOW YOUR MIND!ReplyCancel


The other day, I got to thinking (always dangerous).

About the reasons, events, and moments, in my life when I have experienced hackle raising(ie: I will come at your eyes).

They are far and few between all the love, however, it has happened, and when it does it is not pretty.

Here are a few classics (in chronological order):

  • My little sister was being picked on by neighborhood bully Kenny. He was knocking her off of her bike when we played Bike Tag (which, if you have never played- is awesome).I cut his tires so he couldn’t play.

  • My little sister was being picked on by some idiots in Middle School (I was in High School). I arranged for a little visit by my friend, Reggie, on his Harley, to the playground. They had a little talk. Problem solved.

  • My best High School friend, Debby, was being called a lesbian by several mean girls. The rumors spread. Debby was devastated, but it was nothing a full-on-the-mouth kiss in front of a full gymnasium of peers, and a counter-rumor of scabies among the blondes, couldn’t fix. I’m brunette, by the way.

  • Assorted teachers that found my son disruptive because he was asking to take tests before the course had been fully taught. The only thing disrupted was his learning- at least until he was allowed to accelerate through the system. Idiots.

  • A beautiful, sunny, weekend day of grass cutting, house painting, chores, and happiness, when I realized that the woman across the street was yelling serious obscenities at my kids because she had gone off her rocker (and her meds). A visit to the fence line with a call-out to the public sidewalk, peppered with a shut down in controlled, but colorful, speech, found her raving when the police arrived, and my neighbor chanting, ” Oh oh. Cheryl’s in the house.” Bye-bye crazy lady.

  • The charitable gift of a ten dollar bill, to a sweet young thing, bemoaning a car malfunction down the road, when, I saw her skip off to the streetcar line with a young man, who had magically appeared out of the bushes, whereby I followed the street car all the way downtown, and by which, when they disembarked, I pulled up along side them and demanded my money back. Startled as they were, the money was reimbursed.

My list could go on and on and on…

But it’s just not my list. There are other’s who have had such moments, like my friend Alyson at The Shitastrophy


I only wish I had been there.

I’ll make it RAIN!


  • MJM - Dang girl, remind me to never get on your bad side…that is unless it involves a hot chick-on-chick kiss.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - That really happened. ANd the rumors shut-down IMMEDIATELY. Ya gotta know how to work a crowd.ReplyCancel

  • Alyson Shitastrophy Herzig - A good reminder to never piss you off…you would have quite a business being rented out to ‘solve’ problems. I think it’s called an enforcer. No one would expect such a petite and polite woman would be capable of your skills. But I know, and Kenny surely knows too;) Love you lady…seriously. ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Being petite & polite is my cover.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - GRRR! go get ‘em!

    • Cheryl - You recognize the Bear don’y you Carol? HeheeeeeeReplyCancel

  • Cary Vaughn - You popped a tire at such a young age. That is so adorable. The Momma Bear in your is pretty cool (especially the demanding of the $10 back).ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Yes. I popped a few things at a tender age.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Thanks for sharing the link back to Alyson.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - You’re SO welcome. She’s a hoot- though not this time.ReplyCancel

  • Marcia @ Menopausal Mother - I like your inner warrior! Isn’t it such a freeing feeling when you stand up for yourself?
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    • Cheryl - Yes it is. Not always easy, or comfortable, but then again, what worthwhile ever is?ReplyCancel

  • Michael M. Fury - Badass. On second thought, i like your ass, i ment you act like a badass. Whew, glad i clarified, could have been in trouble. You might have kicked my ass, but then i might have liked that.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Hahahaaaaaa….you never needed ass kicking- now, your brother Pat, on the other hand….ReplyCancel

      • Michael M. Fury - Yea, I’d like to see you kick Pat’s ass, all what, 120# of you. Maybe verbally but physically …..ReplyCancel

        • Cheryl - One can dream…. (*wink* I like all of you).ReplyCancel

  • Sue - We need more inner Mommy Bears like you in the world. Then maybe the bullying will stop.
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    • Cheryl - Ya know Sue? I was raised to stand up for myself and others. I have a great Mom.ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell, Author - You’re like a Mafia Don…or should I say Donna?! Go, Cheryl.ReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - Oh, to be like you! Do you offer courses?ReplyCancel

  • Mis Anthropy - Your a good friend to be on the right side of.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - My momma taught me right!First thing I learned was never to be on her wrong side. Wowza!ReplyCancel

  • Linda Roy - Don’t nobody mess with Cheryl! You’re da bomb. I’m glad you’re part of my posse.
    And I love the new look of the blog! Great tag line!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thank you Miss Linda! I’m glad you like it and between us, I think we could rule the world! HA!ReplyCancel

Julia Jump- Please

“Ben darling?”


“Don’t forget that we have the Julia Jump shindig for the PRC at City Park’s Popp Fountain in the Arbor Room with Amanda Shaw playing and a silent auction, cocktails, small plates, dress business nice, and our guests are Julie and Chuck.”

“Who the hell is Julia and why is she jumping?”

” Do you really care? Really?”


“Fine. Can you remember?”

“Of course.”

“I mean it.”

“Do I look like an idiot?”


He missed it.

I ‘jumped’ for both of us.


Popp Fountian



Julia Jump is the annual fundraising event for the Preservation Resource Center in New Orleans, committed to restoring, rebuilding, and revitalizing New Orleans’ historic architecture & neighborhoods.




  • Carol Cassara - I love the event name! and a worthy cauuse.
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    • Cheryl - It was soooo fun- always is. And yes, the cause is an important one- at least for me. We’ve renovated 5 historic homes over the course of our marriage. So rewarding.ReplyCancel

  • Diane - This sounds like a fabulous organization. And such a worthwhile cause! We have organizations like this in Edmonton. But they have no teeth and practically no influence. I know. We serve on several of the boards. Sigh.
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  • Jessica - Men! Sigh. Oh well, hope you had a blast… and what a great cause. :) ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Men. I always have a blast- in spite of them. HahaaaaaReplyCancel

  • Chloe Jeffreys - You live in the best city in America. I’m envious every day!ReplyCancel

  • Alyson Shitastrophy Herzig - I would totally be your +1 for any event – but this one I would have LOVED to be your side kick for. Next time I will jump:) Oh and love the new look lady. ReplyCancel

  • Tammy Bleck - A worthy cause indeed. So happy you enjoyed. One day I anticipate starting up a preservation resource center for the restoring and revitalizing of moi. You are cordially invited. Gotta love NOLA, one of the greats!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’ll throw money- and wine- at that!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Jumping is out for me.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I only JUMP once in a while. Damn right knee!ReplyCancel

  • Cary Vaughn - Dang, I wouldn’t have minded being your date. Although, it seems to be a bit more sophisticated than my manners could take.ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell, Author - As an ex professional fundraiser, I love good money making event!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Nothing better then throwing moola at a good cause!ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Sounds like a good cause!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Yes it is. Very important to value the past.ReplyCancel

Sour Dough (and other Fairytales)

Once Upon a Time…

there was a little red hen who lived on a farm.

She was friends with a lazy dog, a sleepy cat, and a noisy yellow duck.

One day the little red hen found some seeds on the ground.

The little red hen had an idea.

She would plant the seeds… and grow some wheat, to take to the mill, to be ground into flour, to bake into bread.


Synopsis: None of her slacker farm mates would help with any part of the making of the bread, so even though they wanted a piece; fresh, aromatic, savory and filling, little red hen didn’t give a damn.

Moral: You should probably participate when a hen can pull something like this off. I know humans who couldn’t do this.

Once Upon a Time…

A Giant smells a human boy.


I smell the blood of an Englishman,

Be he alive, or be he dead,

I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!

blahblah  blahblah

Synopsis: Jack steals a lot of valuables from the Giant over the course of a few secret visits, climbs down the beanstalk, with the Giant on his tail, grabs an axe, chops the stalk down sending the Giant to his death and Jack and his mom live happily ever after on the stolen loot.

Moral: I think the Giant was under-appreciated.

Once Upon a Time…

Hard by a great forest dwelt a poor wood-cutter with his wife and two children.

The boy was called Hansel and the girl Gretel…

blah blah blaaaaaaaaah

We all know the drill.

Synopsis: Starving peasants, including obligatory evil stepmother, take their children to the forest to die because there isn’t enough to go around. Not only are the children abandoned, starving, and lost, but they have to face an evil witch who attempts to bake Gretel in her oven with a loaf of bread (because nothing goes better with a fresh loaf then thigh of child) however, Gretel pushes HER into the oven instead and the witch incinerates, as the children, now somehow, remember how to find their way back home to a grateful father who is no longer being pussy-whipped by his wife- ’cause she’s dead, too.

Moral: I don’t have a God damned clue, but there’s the bread theme- again.

What I do know is that I have baked some bread.

And it is good.

So, if you find wisdom in listening to talking poultry (and I do), would have liked to try a slice of that Giant’s bone-dust bread, and would never have been so stupid as to venture into the forest with the biiiitch that had your daddy doing dumb doggie tricks without a trick of your own up your sleeve, then join me…

While we bake bread.

Fairy Tales can come true.


Sour Dough Bread Recipe

First, make the STARTER.

1 package active-dry yeast

4 cups warm water

4 cups flour

In a medium bowl, dissolve the yeast with 1/4 cup of the warm water. Whisk.

Add 1- 3/4 cups of warm water and 2 cups flour. Blend. It will be runny.

Place the bowl, uncovered, in a warm place for about 12 hours.

Stir the mixture.

Add the remaining 2 cups warm water and 2 cups of flour. Blend well.

Again- place the bowl, uncovered, in a warm place for about 12 hours.

It should be bubbly and smell yeasty at this time.

Separate the mixture, 1 cup each, into sterile 1-pint containers (I use Ball jars). Cover loosely as it will continue to expand. Refrigerate.

Making Bread.

1 cup sour dough Starter

1-1/2 cups warm water

4-1/2 – 5 cups flour

1 package active-dry yeast

1 Tablespoon sugar

1- 1/2 teaspoons table salt

Course ground sea salt

In a large mixing bowl (I use my electric Kitchenaid stand mixer) combine the Starter, water, yeast, sugar and  table salt.

Add the flour, one cup at a time, until the dough holds together and pulls away from the sides of the bowl.

Turn the dough out onto a floured surface and knead for at least 5 minutes until the dough is smooth and firm.

Oil a large bowl.

Turn out the dough into the oiled bowl and twist it around to coat the dough with oil.

Cover loosely and let the dough double in size in a warm place. (About 2 hours).

Turn the dough out, again, onto a floured work surface, and divide into two pieces.

Form each piece into a loaf.

Place each loaf, side by side, onto a baking sheet and cover loosely. Allow the loaves to rise again in a warm place. (About 1 hour).

Preheat oven to 425 degrees.

Right before placing the loaves into the hot oven, take a sharp knife and draw it across the top of each loaf, cutting a shallow slit into each top.

Generously sprinkle with sea salt.

Bake for about 45 minutes, or until golden brown and the loaf sounds hollow  when you tap it.

Remove to a cooling rack.

Slice after brought to room temperature.








  • Carol Cassara - Yikes! Good recipe but all those caps! I’ve never made bread but I’d like to try it. Inspired, now.

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  • Cary - How funny (again). I am working on a post that is similar in theme.ReplyCancel

  • Lisa D.B. Taylor - Great timing! We’d planned to find a sour dough recipe yesterday and make some, but never got around to it. I’ll be passing this on to my son (who’d wanted to make it) and have him get going :-)
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    • Cheryl - Excellent! Let me know how it turns out!ReplyCancel

  • Carollynn Hammersmith - Okay, so this recipe sounds really yummy, but what do you do with yourself while you’re waiting for the dough to rise? Can’t I just come over with some wine, yummy butter and brie and we share what you baked?ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - That sounds like the best plan I’ve heard in a while. Doors open.ReplyCancel

  • Diane - Oh, how I love fresh-baked bread! With butter melting into it. Mmmmm. Okay, now that’s all I can think of . . .
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    • Cheryl - It really did turn out well. Just the right amount of tang. ANd with sweet butter it is fabulous!ReplyCancel

  • Piper George - Haha – I love the intro. A lot of those fairy tales are really quite dark!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - They really are! I once took a class about Fairytales and was shocked at all of the hidden messages Piper. Wow!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Loved the fairy tale morals. Still laughing.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - MARI!!!!! We did it! You are my inspiration!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Loved the fairy tale morals. Still laughing.

  • Mari Collier - Loved the fairy tale moral. Still laughing.ReplyCancel

  • Sue - Just adored the fairy tales about bread. I have some fond memories of baking sour dough bread with my Mom. Once upon a time before I knew you…I was bored.
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    • Cheryl - You CRACK ME UP! We sincerely need to meet IRL!!!ReplyCancel

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