Jane Windham’s Mushroom Puffs
I have an appetizer recipe for you today that is delicious! I’m calling it Mushroom Puffs because it’s made with puff pastry, Brie cheese, portabella mushrooms, and a few other good things. With a mix of those ingredients, you can’t go wrong! I was served something similar this past weekend when we were visiting with our friends Rick and Trish. They had invited another couple to dinner, and they brought this appetizer with them....
Pets of the Week
The most handsome guy on the yard has to be Junior! He has a gorgeous chocolate brown coat with a white blaze and white chest. He has met other dogs both male and female and play time ensues! Junior is a happy guy who enjoys the company of other playful dogs, and chasing a ball is his dream come true. If you have a resident dog who would love a buddy to romp with, Junior would be a perfect fit. He also enjoys relaxing time being...
The importance of knowing your own family medical history
When visiting a physician for the first time, patients may notice an extensive section on family history on one of the requisite forms they fill out before meeting the doctor. Though it can be hard to remember family members’ conditions, doctors have good reason to ask about their patients’ family’s medical histories. Family medical histories can be vital to one’s own health care. The National Center for Biotechnology Information...
The wonder of woods and waters: Remembering Harry Hampton
By Tom Poland Fall 1980, a Columbia office park known as Dutch Plaza teems with activity. We’re packing up files, desks, cameras, magazines and more and moving the South Carolina Wildlife and Marine Resources Department headquarters to the Capitol Complex. A busy and disruptive time it was. Perhaps that’s how I missed the news. Harry Rutledge Elliott Hampton died Nov. 16, 1980. What I didn’t miss once we settled in at the Rembert C....
March memories
By Bill Shepard This is March and I have not seen the first kite sailing in the blue skies overhead! March is half over and I have not seen the first marble game in progress! Ah, if I could be a boy again! I pity the boy who has never had the experience of standing at the edge of an open field, bracing himself against the cold March wind, while holding tightly to the roll of twine in his hand. The tug on the end of the line sends a...