Mint, Watermelon and Feta Salad
My sister talks A LOT. It's not like a lot where she dominates every conversation. It's a lot where if she is telling a story then it will take a very long time and if she senses you're not paying attention then the story will be restarted. Usually these stories unfold during dinner and when my sister and I still lived at home, my mom was basically Courtney's hostage. And it's not just big stories that are given detailed retelling. It can be as small as no one refilling the water for the office Keurig, with every detail broken down to extreme minutiae. It's fine, it's fine, all of this forced listening made me a very good reporter. When you're trapped at a table where you're punished for even daring to look away from the storyteller for a moment you can get a little hungry. Dinner becomes a distant memory as stories about the doctors my sister works with come tumbling from her lips. To placate Courtney and to keep our blood sugar from running low, my mom in [Read more...]
