“As it baked, the blessed casserole smelled just like it did when I was a child, which was likely the last time I’d eaten it. I marveled that the scent of a specific dish could remain in one’s consciousness for… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“What else haven’t you told me?” I thought for a minute. “Actually, yes…there is,” I replied, pausing to consider my words carefully, “I eat steak now.” I’d been a vegetarian for years, certainly the entire time I’d been with J, and had only recently crossed over to my new existence as a carnivore. I’d do anything for Marlboro Man, including… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
Butter, cream, and bacon. That's such a great foundation right there. — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“More and more, I began helping around the homestead. I learned to operate my John Deere mower so I could keep the yard around our house--and our half-remodeled, boarded-up yellow brick house--neatly trimmed. Marlboro Man was working like a dog in the Oklahoma summer, and I wanted to make our homestead a haven for him. The heat was so stifling,… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“I walked proudly out of the church, the new wife of Marlboro Man. When we exited the same doors through which my dad and I had walked thirty minutes earlier, Marlboro Man’s arm wriggled loose from my grasp and instinctively wrapped around my waist, where it belonged. The other arm followed, and before I knew it we were locked in… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“When we arrived at the wedding at Marlboro Man’s grandparents’ house, I gasped. People were absolutely everywhere: scurrying and mingling and sipping champagne and laughing on the lawn. Marlboro Man’s mother was the first person I saw. She was an elegant, statuesque vision in her brown linen dress, and she immediately greeted and welcomed me. “What a pretty suit,” she… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“What is it?” I asked, pasting a magazine photo of a football--found in an old Seventeen magazine spread--on my beloved’s collage. “Well, a bunch of cattle trucks just showed up,” he said, trying to talk over the symphonic mooing of cows all around him. “They were supposed to get here tomorrow night, but they showed up early…” “Oh, no…that’s a… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“When I arrived, I immediately saw the mother of an ex-boyfriend, the kind of ex-boyfriend that would make you want to look as good as possible if you ran into his mother at a shower when you were several months pregnant. She saw me, smiled politely, and made her way across the room to visit with me. We hugged, exchanged… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“At times the differences concerned me. Could I ever be with a man who’d never, in his entire life, eaten sushi? Could I, a… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“You did not do my homework assignment for me,” he said, grabbing the collage again and looking it over. “I had insomnia,” I said.… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“I couldn’t bear the thought of a ham sandwich. Imagining milk trickling down my esophagus almost sent me over the edge. Even the saltines… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“Marlboro Man picked me up the next evening, exactly one month before our wedding day. Our evening apart had made the heart grow fonder,… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“I’ll send the nurse in here in a minute, okay?” Waste of time , I thought. “Okay, but…do you think there’s anything we can… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
