Where’s The Beef?

The “Where’s the beef?” Wendy’s campaign in 1984 was fun and memorable to most of us Gen Xers. I am pretty certain even the marketing team at Wendy’s was shocked at how quickly the phrase wove itself into 80s culture. For me, it also sealed the the fate of my family nickname. When I was born my nick-name giving Uncle Ronnie deemed me “Beefaroni.” My older cousins loved it and eventually started to shorten it to Beef. The Wendy’s tagline came along and the rest is history. To this day my brother still calls me Beef on the regular and I still roll my eyes when a nephew calls out “Where’s the beef???” But I love the affectionate inside joke and wouldn’t have it any other way.

What does this have to do with the skillet picture ed above? Nothing really, but I have spent the week obsessing over short ribs and decided to indulge that obsession this weekend. I can’t enter the butcher section of the grocery store without hearing “Where’s the Beef?” And the inevitable rush of family memories that flood my mind.

This beautiful fall weather has me craving comfort food dishes. I’d imagine I’m not alone, so I thought I’d share one of my favorites.

Fox Pen Retreat 2023!

This is the group that gathered in South Georgia for our first Nature Retreat! Evan, with Flow Into Yoga and I planned tirelessly and

the weekend did NOT disappoint!

Fantastic food, soulful reflection, grounding yoga sessions, and a lot of badassery! We made new friends, learned a bit about ourselves,

and had a hell of a lot of fun doing it.