Miterra Butler
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Summer in a Jar
When I was growing up, summer wasn’t summer unless my mother was in the kitchen putting up a batch of old-fashioned bread and butter pickles. Oh how we loved eating them on a hot summer day: the sweetness of the sugar, the bite of the vinegar, the crisp of the cucumber slice, and the slippery onion strands. It was glorious summer in every forkful! We kids were happy to be pickle helpers.
By Miterra Butler2 years ago in Feast
My Mother's Sweet Tooth
I never told my mother that her sweet tooth had set me on a path that would change my life forever. I was in my mid-thirties and still living at home, enjoying all the aspects of a single life. My friends and I would work hard Monday through Friday, go out partying on Friday and Saturday nights, and sleep in on Sundays. I had no real plans for the future; in fact, I thought I had all the time in the world. Boyfriends came and went, but I was not particularly fond of any of them, until I met the man who would become my husband. Initially, though, my attraction to him was lukewarm. He reminded me a lot of my mother, a kind, gentle soul, but not too interesting. He was sweet, let me do all the talking, and liked the home life. A future with him would be like marrying my mother. Maybe I was looking for a little more excitement and not so much stability.
By Miterra Butler2 years ago in Families