It’s the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, so it’s clear to those who know me that I don’t have much time write. Life at the Minnesota Turkey Growers Association is crazy busy right now and we wouldn’t have it any other way. Just this week I’ve talked to the New York Daily…
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My signature cocktail is a cranberry cosmopolitan. As girly as it gets. And it wouldn’t be a girls weekend without one – or, ahem, two. A couple of weeks ago, my annual girls weekend commenced with my sister, sister-in-law and cousin. Instead of staying at a hotel somewhere (which, don’t…
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How’s your week going? I’ve been beyond busy at the office, with a lot to accomplish before a business trip to Chicago next week. I don’t travel overly much for work, so when I do, I have to admit I really enjoy getting away, changing the scenery and catching up…
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It’s Sunday night and, as is our usual custom, Joe and I are plopped on the couch in our porch. He’s watching a video on his iPad and I’m working on this blog plus my weekly blog I write for Agriculture.com. Earl the pug is on the floor right below…
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I think I have a serious baking addiction on the weekends. Is this a bad thing, you ask? I love to spend my Saturday mornings in the kitchen, television tuned into The Food Network while I decide what sort of baking concoction I’m craving. Yesterday I made some mighty delicious…
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Here’s a novel concept: If you have a questions about your food – where it comes from, how it’s grown – why not ask the farmer? Sure, easy enough if you live next to a farm, you say. But what about those of you who don’t know farmers and may…
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Food Babe. Sigh. I’m not going to rehash what everyone else has written about the Food Babe. Several people have done a very good job of explaining why I think she’s detrimental to consumers and the food industry. You can read these excellent posts for yourself here – all are, in my…
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Labor Day. And how exactly did that happen? Now that Joe’s brand-new backpack is packed, school clothes are laid out, new tennis shoes are ready to be broken in, and even Teacher Man’s lunch is packed for tomorrow, I can plop myself on the couch, turn on a little Real Housewives…