Bold mothers grow brave kids. Clinically trained, culturally fluent conversations with a mom that gets it. A weekly note from Karla — pharmacist, mother of three. Free for now.
Football is back, which means fall is coming
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Hi Reader, Football is back. You know what that means. Fall is on the way. The light goes gold a little earlier, the mornings start asking for a hoodie, and the food on the table gets heavier and better. Football season is personal in this house. Let me tell you why. I graduated from Auburn University (WAR EAGLE) for undergrad and pharmacy school. While there I met my husband and somewhere in the middle of pharmacy school, my husband got drafted by the Green Bay Packers. So there I was, learning to counsel patients on drug interactions, and also learning what four winters in Green Bay do to a Southern girl. We were there four years including the year we won the Super Bowl. After Green Bay came the (Oakland) Raiders. Then the Detroit Lions. Then he retired, and we made Florida our home. So when I say we love football season, I mean we will find a reason to cheer for almost anybody. The only line we hold is Alabama because and Auburn family could NEVER! And every fall, the season turning makes me want to feed everybody. Big pots. Real sides. The kind of dinner that fogs up the kitchen window. So while the games are on, here is what is on our table this week. Take it, change it, steal the parts that sound good. Sunday: fried chicken, mac and cheese, candied yams, brussell sprouts Monday: easy baked chicken, cabbage, rice, potatoes Tuesday: traditional beef tacos Wednesday: BBQ chicken, yellow rice, sweet potatoes, mixed veggies Thursday: turkey sausage rigatoni, garlic bread, green peas Friday: pizza Saturday: open, on purpose That last one is not laziness. Not every night has to be planned. Some nights the plan is that there is no plan, and in this season especially, that is allowed too. If you make one of these, hit reply and tell me how it went. And tell me who you cheer for, and what fall is putting on your table. |
Truly Yours
Bold mothers grow brave kids. Clinically trained, culturally fluent conversations with a mom that gets it. A weekly note from Karla — pharmacist, mother of three. Free for now.
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