Mother’s Day is here, and these 3 recipes are sure to warm her heart

I grew up in the 1970s and ’80s, and so I watched a lot of TV.

Most of that television consisted of reruns like “Gilligan’s Island” and “Bewitched,” both of which were ubiquitous on the dial in the hours between school and dinner time. Looking back with the wisdom of four decades, I’ve come to several startling conclusions.

You can not make a radio from a coconut, even if you are a professor.

Most American households do not have a wacky live-in housekeeper named Alice.

Darrin Stevens was a bigoted jerk. (Sorry, but it needed to be said).

In short, television lied to me. Overall, I’m OK with that.

I may just have a regular old radio, but I’m also not stranded on a desert island like Gilligan. Nor am I married to a witch, though – unlike Darrin – I think that would be pretty cool.

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