a magazine.

When my  hometown magazine asked me a few months ago if I'd like to write an article for an upcoming issue, I nodded my head with enthusiasm and quickly sent an e-mail back accepting the gig.

It was all good until they said they would be sending a photographer to my house. You know, to take pictures. Pictures of me. Gulp.

You see, when someone else takes my picture, I get nervous. And then the left side of my face twitches just a touch and I end up looking like a lazy-eyed pirate in photos. The kitchen is my happy place where I can cook alone, so it took me a few minutes to stop buzzing about like a bumble bee to let the paparazzi take a few snapshots where I wouldn't look like a blur with a pink spatula. I'm quick. Things to do.

So I wrote a sassy little article, smiled for the camera, and stuffed the photographer with chocolate caramel crunch and a glass of cold milk (per his request, obviously Hagerstown Magazine is only hiring the cream of the crop).

You can get a copy all around town and see my twitchy face close up. Or you could just make the chocolate caramel crunch.

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