blue artichoke

In Tennessee there is a town; in this town there is a house; in this house there is a room; in this room there is a box, and in this box is treasure. Every time I go to my mom's house I empty the box, and by my next visit the box is full again. I never know what will be in it. Often are some food items my mom has discovered (this time flavored and whole-wheat Panko breadcrumbs, some fancy basmati rice, a tin of guava paste and boxes of flavored dried pastas). In the past, the box has been full of drawings and art projects from my childhood, clothes I long-ago discarded but were once again fashionable and new short-cut cleaning products. This time, the box was full of cooking magazines and panties. I have no idea where the magazines came from, but they ranged in dates back about five years (Editor's Note: Whoops! Did I say five years? Try 12!). I have trouble keeping up with my current subscriptions, but I'm not about to let these go unread, so I toted them back home and put them in the "Magazines To Read" spot on the bookshelf. I had only two left unread from the last time my box was full of magazines (that time a year's worth of Southern Living). The panties were the freebies from the coupons available to those lucky enough to be on the Victoria's Secret mailing list. Now that I've unpacked and put away everything from the box, I can spend the rest of the week lounging in my panties and reading cooking magazines, marking pages with strands of lemon-pepper linguine.

Dinner tonight: Paula Deen's Cheeseburger Meatloaf; peas

Getting to Know All About You: How often do you eat out at a restaurant? For what meal (breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner, dessert) do you eat out most often?