There’s probably a word for the common observation at restaurants that everybody else’s dinners look better than yours. You often wish you had ordered what friends or family at the table ordered.
I don’t know how other fathers of my childhood era treated guns in their homes, but this is the way Papa dealt with them in ours.
This basic homemade no-cook vanilla ice cream recipe fulfils the promise I made in the May 30th edition of the Heavener Ledger to submit something that might perhaps mollify the summer weather:
Growing up in the country meant mostly work for us every day. Sometimes on Sunday, we had company for visitation and dinner.