On a Stick

There's a line in the movie Sweet Home Alabama," where a childhood friend greets Reese Witherspoon. He says, "You look like sex on a stick in that dress." We should all be so lucky. I have embraced this phrase in my vernacular.

I've seen oldies on a stick. Lots of times.
I see a maniac with a stick every time the dog runs through the back yard.
Sometimes I tell the husband, "You are meanness on a stick." He looks at me as if I just blew in from Pluto.

It's warm and I'm gearing up for patio and barbecue time. Food on a stick!

The Farmer's Market

I've always been a delicate eater. I'm not a picky eater -- I like almost every food imaginable. I'm just rarely hungry and if I am, three or so bites will fix it. This makes the people in my life crazy.

Here's the exception. I want to devour everything at the farmer's market. This is our time of year for sweet corn, melons, and big, juicy tomatoes. Friends bring me things from their garden -- I make fresh salsa and big salads. I like eating the fruit and letting the juice drip down my chin. I may be full but three bites are not enough.