When I was a kid, Mike Schmidt (as in, Mike Schmidt star 3rd baseman of the Phillies) lived in my bedroom. Well, maybe not the actual Mike Schmidt, but a life-size poster of him. You’d think this might be slightly alarming for a child – waking up every morning to a strange man with a handlebar mustache and borderline mullet staring at you as you blink your sleepy eyes open. Eh, well, what can I say. We were very trusting out on the farm.
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I'm amy winner - tricky cook, dog lover, slow food crusader, marketing nerd, and authentic redhead. This food blog lets me talk about my two favorite things: fun people and delicious eats. Grab a snack and enjoy!