I'm working on a second cookbook and am working on my love story, 'Black Heels to Tractor Wheels. — 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… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
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… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“I walked proudly out of the church, the new wife of Marlboro Man. When we exited the same doors through which my dad and… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“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… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“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… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“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… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“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
“How come I wasn’t riding around in his middle seat? Was I supposed to initiate this? Was this expected of me? Because I probably… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“I’ll see you in the morning. Oh, and hey…if I don’t answer the door right away it probably means I’m doing some weight training… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“Minutes later, we were back at the sliding glass door that led inside the house--me, leaning against the glass, Marlboro Man anchoring me there… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
