Dairy Daze...and Now Beyond

Continuing on with my anniversary reflections. Occasionally people will ask me how I met my husband and how I ended up in Missouri when I was living in Oregon. The world wide web snatched me up and flung me over here. Yes, it did. At one point in 2003 I believe it was, I finally decided to bite the bullet and buy a computer. (My brother was so helpful in making this happen...so he must bear some of the blame for my being here in Missouri.) After getting the computer one of the first things I did was to join a couple of pen pal sites. One of them automatically asked me if I also wanted to put a blurb in their singles site. So I did. Look out! As expected, I got several replies from overseas. I also got a reply from a Baptist minister in Georgia and one from some farmer in Missouri. I had to look up Missouri on the map to see where it was. Seriously. (I know, I am bad.) The guy in Missouri wanted my phone number. We talked quite a bit. He had a dairy. I liked him...

This weekend marks our seventh wedding anniversary and I thought I’d share a few reflections of the past seven years. Here is one: Getting married for the first time at age 36 was rather a challenge in the cooking department. Cooking for one is much, much different than cooking for two; especially when the one you are marrying happens to be used to all kinds of homemade stuff; like potato salad and devilled eggs and desserts galore. In the 3 month time span between saying “Yes, I will” and “I do” there were hours of panicked ransacking of the internet to find recipes that I could maybe attempt. I was dismayed to find out one of his favorite desserts is strawberry gelatin with bananas. As far as I am concerned gelatin is something that ought not to have been invented. The texture is just nasty. But, always game for a challenge, I bought up a couple boxes of the stuff to try my luck at it. To start off with I discovered I’d forgotten bananas, but I was determined to go thro...