a little lunch

Welcome!  My name is Kim Bultman and I’m a writer and musician from Oklahoma (by way of Minnesota) who loves cooking, photography, and sharing life on the lake with my ever-lovin’ hubby, The Man Of Few Words.  (We’re living proof that opposites attract.)

Many of you have full plates and I don’t want to overload you with a five course meal.  Instead, I’m offering a few morsels to savor on your journey… some good-natured humor, a few kitchen creations, photos of scenic Oklahoma, and wisdom (or at least another perspective) from my unpredictable life.

“A little lunch” is a phrase that’s stuck with me since childhood.  On Sunday afternoons, Grandma would disappear into her pantry and emerge with plates full of homemade gingersnaps or freshly baked kolaches, quart jars of home-canned dills or bread & butter pickles, and something sweet — generally a dish of her one-of-a-kind penuche with black walnuts or fluffy mounds of divinity.

Then she’d brew a fresh pot of coffee, assemble a pile of sandwiches, and summon us to the table for a little lunch.  It was her way of tiding us over for the ride home, even if we were still full from dinner.  Grandmothers are like that.

So is life.

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Random facts…

I used to drive a semi all over the U.S. – great writing material.

Bach, Beethoven and Chopin thrill my soul, but I played bass guitar in a classic rock band for two years and loved it.

I bought my first pair of cowboy boots at age 40.

Cooking is a tangible form of love.  So is playing the piano.

I still can’t pronounce “y’all” properly, but I have fun trying.

God has a bigger box of Crayolas than I do.

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The coffee’s on.  Won’t you join me for “a little lunch?”

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