Tailgate inspires warm memories of toasty spuds

My dad grew up on the side of a mountain in a self-described coal mining town called Colver, Pennsylvania. He spoke of an enviable upbringing on 20 Row, a road that wound from Colver at the top of the hill down to the mine at the base. On that single street lived both of his [...]

Tailgating 101

So there we were enjoying the Packer game Sunday afternoon when we got the call. Surprise guests! I reviewed our half-time snack plan, and quickly audibled. I sent Vince, husband and father, long to Piggly Wiggly for a few essentials. Molly ran a down and out to the garden for some basil and she quickly [...]