Angel Wheeler

good food

  • My Grits, but please don’t kiss them

    The other day at work, a couple of us started talking about grits. I was left out of the convo, because all I had to say was, “I’ve never had grits.” And, “what is a grit anyway?” The others began to tell me what I was missing out on, how they fixed theirs, and how… Read more

  • Sara Lee, my first love

    I just so happen to be one of the unfortunate souls who’ve been cursed with a sweet tooth.  Mine doesn’t hide in the back with the molars, but actually lives up front and center and it makes sure that it gets noticed when a hankering comes along, which is just about every day around four… Read more

  • Gobble, Gobble, Wobble

    It’s the most wonderful time of the year.  Yes, I know the song refers to the Christmas season, but I disagree.  I believe the Thanksgiving season is the most wonderful time.  It is my favorite by far.  This thanksgiving, 2011, I am blessed beyond my wildest comprehension.  There has been loss. And there has been gain. … Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #33—Armadillo

    No matter how many times I leave Tahlequah, I’m always ready to return to the old hometown—but first, I had a commitment to some friends in another town to take care of before my departure for home. I had already said goodbye to my two daughters, and after a rousing night in Donny Duree’s bar, I said… Read more

  • Why I Blog

    I began blogging in November 2008 for reasons unexplainable.  It first began as a place to journal my unprivate thoughts and to catalogue my days. I blogged six days in November of 2008 and then didn’t blog again until January of 2009.  After that it was hit and miss for a season or two.  It’s hard… Read more

  • Potato Leek Pizza

    Three seconds after I had filled my belly with the morning’s eggs and toast, wiped my mouth and pushed my plate away, my husband inquires, “What do you want for supper?”  I find this the worst possible time to ask someone what they want for supper, because the obvious answer is something along the lines of: who… Read more

  • A Marble Cake

    She’s 12 today. A beautiful joy.  Even with a wad of orange gum in her mouth. She asked if she could have a marble cake.  Sure, you can.  And then she looked at her grandmother, and in her best 12-year-old, you’ve-got-to-be-kiddin-me, pre-teen, on-the-verge-of-knowing-everything voice, she said “You know that’s a KIND of a cake, not a cake with real… Read more

  • Dig This

    A proverb from me:  A sunny day makes the heart happy. The temperatures climbed today and gave everyone around here a bad case of spring fever.   And then to make matters worse,  a Gurney’s Seed Catalog arrived in my mailbox. Oh the joys of gardening!  I would love to reap the rich rewards of a well… Read more

  • Goulash, Grandparents, and Regret

    Last night I attempted cooking, which in and of itself is a feat.  I can honestly say, of the things I have been complimented, cooking is not one of them.  There are people who are renowned simply for being a good cook.  If their name comes up in conversation, people’s eyes roll back in their heads as they… Read more

  • Making Snow Ice Cream

      Put on your snowboots with your sexiest bathrobe.  Make a fashion statement. Take an empty bowl and a scooper of some sort, high step through the snow drifts and brave the bitter winds to gather up clean snow. I find it necessary to scrape off the first layer, as you might find some specks from… Read more