It was 1989, my second year of college. I was hired as a Resident Assistant in the dorm. My Resident Director was German (had immigrated from Germany) and with my last name being Schultz (the correct German spelling), she assumed I knew German traditions. I did not! (Well, maybe drinking warm beer, but I assumed
More cooking! You would think this was a cooking blog. I’ve just been in the mood for different things this past week and, of course, had to find the homemade version–and share with you! For some reason, everything I have been in the mood for has been deep fried. Oh well, a girl has cravings!