Sara Kerr
Musings
Author: Saralitta
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Of all the things I’ve made recently, they loved the frozen veggies with a cheese sauce–not the fluffy quiche or squash tangine. Nope, it was the Birdseye box lost in the freezer that appealed.
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Frozen, muddy, misshapen; they were never going to star on Pinterest.
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There are few people that I can share what I really think about #MeToo and #BalanceTonPorc. Thank you.
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In typical midwestern fashion, the newscasts are all saying, “It could be worse,” before they segue to the Ventura, California wild fires.
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I grew up in Iowa, where my Dad swore there were no speed limits in the country. He’d cram all of us into some British roadster and we’d fly to my grandparents’ farm near La Porte City to help out (and eat pie). I can still feel the wind whipping my hair around and the sheer…
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From righteous indignation to slactivism
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I love December. The lights. The early darkness. The snow. Fireplaces. Hot Tea. Ice skating. Cross-country skiing. Winter vacation. No school for two whole weeks! I think I’m starting to sound like a Scandinavian who likes to Hygge! The only problem with December is it’s followed by January and February, not April and May, which…
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But I forgot this particular piece of fruit on the buffet. And now it’s very much less than perfect. I’ll still eat it because I hate food waste.
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Thankfully the only wars raging in Minnesota include Japanese beetles vs. everyone’s garden and who serves the best Juicy Lucy. I suppose I could name a few other feuds (best twin city, best new food at the fair, best food on the Green Line, etc.), but I’m here to talk about the best cheeseburger in…
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That, I explained to my son, was what marriage is all about. Not “Trust but verify” but caring enough about one another to debate and find joy in common interests, and admit when you’re wrong.
Sara Kerr 