Great Wedge Salad

These mini salad wedges would be a great add to the next family gathering or party.

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Do you like blue cheese?  If you do, there is no finer than that made by the Maytag Dairy Farms, Inc. in Newton, Iowa.  Maytag blue cheese is created on a farm at the edge of the small town of Newton. They used to make washers and dryers there.  I discovered it when my darling sister sent us some for Christmas a few years ago.  I have reordered over and over again since that time.  Then, today I saw another perfect use for it.  Wouldn’t this be wonderful for Easter dinner?

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recipe from Cafe Zupas

The wedge salad doesn’t take a lot to make, you just need a these key ingredients:

iceberg lettuce cut in wedges, bacon, fresh tomatoes, blue cheese or gorgonzola, chopped hard boiled eggs chopped red onions, ranch dressing or blue cheese dressing.

And, there you have it!  A classic wedge salad for all!

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A Letter of Regret From Your Anxious and Depressed Friend

I suffer from social anxiety and my daily tasks and duties can be very difficult at times. This letter that I’m reblogging, really says it all. It’s like someone was writing a story about me.

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Dear Friend,

I was not always this way.

I did not always hide away from the general public for months or weeks at a time. Once I was quite confident. I occasionally felt happy. I had a full time job and I could face customers with no concern. I would chat to people over the phone, make an effort to see friends, be interested in daily life. I could cope with negativity. Overcome it, even. I wouldn’t let anything bring me down because I had something inside me that made me keep going out there, into the world, facing it all.

But sometimes, Friend, things happen. Sometimes just one thing. Sometimes many things. The courage to face these things is strong at first, at least stronger than now. But depending on luck, or coincidence, or fate, or opportunity, eventually the voice of that courage for some people is quieter. Weaker…

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Well, today I didn’t do it.

  

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A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of
his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog.
Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.
As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, ‘What happened here today?’
She again smiled and answered, “You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?”
“Yes,” was his incredulous reply.
She answered, “Well, today I didn’t do it.”