Hey, it’s not a dessert. And Taste of Home says it has 327 calories in each of 6 servings which is truly OK for a casserole. Add green salad in light dressing, a glass of wine and a perfect orange, and I shall sail away to bed a happy camper. My mother’s tuna casserole, which, of… Continue reading Rainy-day tuna casserole with whole-grain noodles and LOTS of vegetables
I’m going to call my first cookbook Tweakers. (Notice, please, I did not say Twerkers.) I’m referring to the habit of myself and most of my cook friends in which we change every recipe just a little, even the first time we make it. Stoic the Vast is puzzled by this, but we tweakers can imagine how something… Continue reading Take ’em a meal; broccoli-chicken casserole
Hoot, mon, it’s a great summer when the squash plants outdo themselves and you find two good new squash recipes. This one showed up last week in the American Profile magazine supplement, with Stoic the Vast pointing out the cover promo as “something else you could try.” I could also try reading for an entire… Continue reading Squashed, again!
Should I admit I don’t mind being snowed in? Perfect excuse not to go to the gym, nor for long walks. Perfect time to plow through piles of old pictures, to take some new ones with my new camera, to finish one book and begin another. Plus, our energy-inefficient house is all windows looking out… Continue reading Happy Valentine’s Day!
So many addicts in recovery seem so affected by Philip Seymour Hoffman’s death. No way to tell if it’s more than usual at the passing of a talented young person with as many problems, or more, than talents, but everyone appears gobsmacked by the 20 years sobriety preceding his final tailspin. Those of us who slide… Continue reading One cigarette away; vegetables with oomph
Any day that begins with a video conversation with Dora the Explorer and one of her older sisters calling to say they’re coming for Christmas is a fab one. Saturday morning the Tanzania group was in the middle of 3.5 internet-free weeks on their schedule. So everyone went into a Stonetown internet cafe to upload pictures and… Continue reading Travels with Tootsie, sweet potato and peanut stew
I will never be able to eat everything I want to eat. I will never be able to eat enough to make me “happy” (read: numb). I will never be able to eat enough to make me feel loved, appreciated, beautiful, fill in the blank (and this I mean literally — the hollow that is… Continue reading Neuroses, chocolate bunnies and tuna casserole