I’ve been sitting at my desk working since 7:30 a.m., and it’s now 3:00 p.m.  It’s cold outside, my fingers feel like icicles.  Why hasn’t anyone invented a heated keyboard and mouse?

My go-to recipe when I’m in a rush and feel like some comfort food, is my mother’s Rice Pilaf.  An eight year . . . → Read More: Rice Pilaf on a Cold Winter Night