at last. a break. this time tomorrow, I'll be sleeping in the heart of the Smoky Mountains. no work. no stress. nothing. ..staggers off to for a long summer's nap...

Currently, my husband smells of grilled brats & sweet-grilled onions. Yesterday, he smelled of babyback ribs slow-smoked with applewood. The day before that, it was creamy pasta primevara. Mother's Day, we went down to my parents, and he did mesquite-smoked ribs. and I can't forget the caribbean jerk chicken with the sweet plantains whipped in … Continue reading *sniff sniff* MMMMmmmm