Apparently, I’m a grandmother from the Depression era because two of my chief joys in life are saving money and not letting anything go to waste. Seriously, I could spend hours in most thrift stores, and I’m a sucker for a sale.
In fact, my older sister was trying to describe our family to her 5th grade health class, and she told them how my face lights up when I see a “free stuff” sign in someone’s alley…and one her students, from this school in a rich Chicago suburb, raised her hand and said…”So, you’re sister’s kind of earthy?”
I guess when you make your own chicken broth, the description earthy applies.
I can handle that.










I may be a quarter Irish, but the day I tried making these homemade shamrock shakes may have been the unluckiest day of my life.




These days are full.





























