“Mama plays a little game of asking me what is on her plate, often before my butt is in my chair. I tell her, identifying the location of each menu item by points on the clock. She squeals, “Gooood!” before she tastes anything. Just to get the compliment out of the way. If she doesn’t ask, sometimes I wait and see what she thinks it is. She tastes the salmon (her favorite) and asks if it’s chicken.” read more
Food Chronicles
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Gretchen Staebler
I am a Pacific Northwest native transplanted to the southeast for 36 years. In 2012, I returned to my childhood home and fell in love with this corner of the country again. I am a grandmother, a storywriter, a teacher, an attention payer, a hiker, and a back roads wanderer. View all posts by Gretchen Staebler
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