I have always had a passion for flea markets. There’s something thrilling about rummaging through odds and ends, searching for that one hidden treasure among the discarded items. This love for treasure hunting began when I was eleven, spending summers with my grandmother in New England. We would explore every flea market and street fair within a hundred miles, searching for what she affectionately called “preloved jewels.”Even now, as a mother and grandmother, nothing excites me more than sifting through trays of miscellaneous items, hoping to find a glimmer of something valuable.
ITALIAN DRUNKEN NOODLES
With the heat coming, I always use this hack to banish all the bed bugs, fleas, and moths
Coconut Cake
Even though it’s called “Poor Man’s Cubed Steak,” this dish still makes me feel like I’ve won the lottery.
One pot spaghetti and meatballs
I Walked up to My Groom at the Altar – All of a Sudden, a Woman in White Dress Appeared behind His Back