We typically don't allow Christopher to see PG-13 movies, and when we occasionally do, it's after we have prescreened it to make sure we'll even want him to. If I had let him go to the theater to see this with his sister, I would have been so mad, knowing what I know now. This movie, Transformers, was marketed as a kids' movie, basically, and it was awful. The rating claims it's because of brief sexual content, an understatement, not to mention terrible in many other ways. There's no way I would recommend this to any child, let alone my teen-aged daughter, who watched it with us. And even though they were transformer types of "toys," the violence in this movie was never ending, as was the disrespect to parents, and so forth. It is generous to give this movie a 2 out of 5.
I considered myself to be a decent cook and baker. However, candy making had been unchartered territory until I recently cracked the code of a favorite—chewy Texas Pecan Pralines. This culinary epiphany came only days before I left my home sweet home in Austin, Texas, to return to CU Boulder after an epic hiatus to wrap up my bachelor’s degree in journalism. When I was a little girl, I remember tasting heavenly, creamy homemade pralines, bursting with pecans, handcrafted with love by my mom. She only whipped them up a few times, but I just couldn’t get the memory of those buttery, sugary treats out of my head. They were that good. I asked her if she still had the recipe, but I knew it would be hopeless since my mom wasn’t one for keeping track of her down-home style cooking. I married my college sweetheart, a guy with the same first name as me, and began teaching myself to cook. Becoming “Kelly Times Two” was amazing, and I had ...
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