Cheese Memories: When love was absent

Memories. My first memory is of a dark room, me standing in a crib crying. My second memory is of me in an oxygen tent because of an asthma attack. My third memory is of getting beaten with a rubber hose, a foster mother more focused on ironing while watching Dark Shadows on television than…

I confess! I’m Vicki, and I’m a foodie!

It’s after 3 a.m. on an early Saturday morning and my thermos of coffee is doing little to quiet the hunger pangs in my belly, so I figured this is a great time for a post of foods I’m craving right now. Well, you know; if you can’t beat ’em … 🙂 Yep! I’m a…