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I hesitate to broach the following conversation because every time I mention how much I dislike spiders my Facebook wall gets flooded with images of the little monsters, compliments of people who call me friends. And yet they enjoy harassing me. What is that? You’d think I’d skirt the subject entirely, and I would— if Father God would keep his spiders out of my state,

Hello folks, let’s chat…I like to laugh. I look for things to make me laugh. Fortunately for me, I present myself with plenty of opportunities during the day at my own expense because, as it has been so often noted, “I ain’t right.” I’ve also been blessed with strong powers of observation. Which translated simply means I like to eavesdrop, only that doesn’t sound near

So, last week I walked y’all through my simple steps to a delicious pulled pork you can use as a main meat for your meal or in dishes where you don’t want a barbecue sauce. Today, I want to share my Pulled Pork Corn and Potato Chowder that you can make on the second day—if you have any leftover meat! "The Belle's Pulled Pork Corn and

I have an often used and much loved barbecue pulled pork recipe in my tried and true file. I'll always use it. However, I want to show y'all another of my pulled pork crockpot techniques that will also produce tons of flavor and a delightful sauce from it's own juices for those times when your recipe doesn't call for a barbecue taste. (Like, my Pulled Pork Corn Chowder, for

Last week we chatted about some of the unusual things I’ve discovered about aging. (Side note: it’s been suggested that I use the phrasing “as I mature”, but I’m not sure they’re one and the same. So there’s that.) But, back to my discoveries. Some of my findings are probably universal but I suspect that not all of them are, like my increasing tendency to let

My father’s mother starting dipping snuff as a five-year-old growing up in the hills of Kentucky. Papa likes to say, “People always said it’d kill her and they were right. When she was ninety-four years old, it finally caught up with her.” Grandma’s little brown jar of snuff was multi-purpose. When we grandkids got stung by a bee or a wasp, Grandma would treat the spot