His strong fingers lightly caressed her delicate hand as she demurely released the cup from her grasp. He paused a minute. His eyes danced as he searched her effervescent face. She smiled coyly and said, “Thank you.” He winked at the charming young Barista, then gently pressed his business card into the palm of her hand, and left the coffee house with a swaggering gait and a heart filled with excitement about the possibilities. Continue reading
For me a little spice wasn’t an option. It was a lifeline.
After a diagnosis of high blood pressure a few years ago, instead of getting mad, I got motivated. I had to cut back on salt, but doggonit I refused cut back on favor. Standing in front of my pantry – a repository of every spice known to womankind – and guided by determination, I began blending a little bit of this and some of everything else and voila! Continue reading