A friend who’s had a much harder row to hoe with her breast cancer than I, says she doesn’t know if she’ll ever be back to “the old me” after chemo. I was lucky enough to skip the chemo; just a lumpectomy and 15 radiation treatments for me. So I’m thinking I don’t necessarily want… Continue reading The “old me” and best poppyseed dressing ever
A young friend who’s working harder than any human bean should have to, says clients buying her family farm’s CSA subscriptions often ask what to do with chard. You can cook it like fresh spinach or you can take a couple of extra steps to fix this Lebanese Swiss chard from therecipehunters.com. It may… Continue reading And I don’t like chard . . .
Something I never expected to hear: Stoic the Vast saying, “Wow (!), I can’t believe how much I like these.” Nothing new for me — I’ve loved Brussels sprouts since before I can remember, but Stoic… These sprouts from the March issue of Our State — Celebrating North Carolina magazine, though, are something else. The… Continue reading Boffo Brussels sprouts
Thank goodness I got up at dawn last Saturday or I wouldn’t have known I’ve moved into “a new decade.” That’s the expression at this 8 a.m. Weight Watchers meeting for dropping into a new set of numbers. In my case, that’s going below 200 pounds for the first time in four years. The last time I… Continue reading A new decade; best marinara sauce ever!
“We are each other’s memories,” said my beautiful, silver-haired friend yesterday morning at book club, and with that remark, she grounded me in my world in a way I’ve never before felt. Until I went to college at 17, my mother, sister and I were kept isolated in a very rural setting by my control-freak… Continue reading We are each other’s memories, home-court habits
During the first World War, my mother’s father was a New York City cop (his brothers-in-law served in Europe). My father’s father ran a Pennsylvania hardware. The family tradition continued through World War II, Korea and Vietnam. Not sure why my father was deferred — because he nearly died with cellulitis in 1941? First husband… Continue reading Chew vaccine, Veterans’ Day
This is the time of year when I eat as though I were going to hibernate — red meat, salmon, honey, anything I find under logs in the forest. Add to that a world-class cold I brought home last week from a Boston food fest, and you have the potential for serious ballooning. All this just… Continue reading Smokey the Bear and Fall Noodle Bowl to take to your cave