Whenever I’m sad or sick I still want my mom. Over the years I’ve often wondered if this need for mom will dissipate as I grow older. Yet it hasn’t, and I’m convinced that on some level we all go on wanting our mothers in times of need for our entire lives. Read how I found both Wisconsin cuisine and the hugs from my mom to be food for the soul with my most recent Huffington Post piece: Middleton, Wisconsin — Food for my Soul.
The Huffington Post: Middleton, Wisconsin–Food for my Soul
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