Personal trainers;re-gaining that which has been LOST

These are my personal trainers. I found them by the road. They don’t wear Spandex. They don’t swan around, showing off their ripped abs. They don’t have books in development. They don’t scream at me; they work for kibbles. They’re so pleased when I walk even a little bit that their tails go in circles.… Continue reading Personal trainers;re-gaining that which has been LOST

Gray rainy (grainy?) day quiche

OK, any day’s good for a well-made quiche, but it seems particularly appropriate on this gloomy-gus Wednesday while we deal with the last of the germs that accompanied us home from our recent trip to Baltimore, Boston and Gettysburg. Quiche is easy to prepare and even easier to enjoy. It’s soft and comforting as a… Continue reading Gray rainy (grainy?) day quiche

Out of the mouths of babes

 In today’s Parade magazine 22-year-old (!!!!) Daniel Radcliffe, aka Harry Potter, says he gave up drinking last year (!!!!) because “My inner life was being drowned…the way I do it, there is no romance to it!…There is nothing glorious or triumphant about it — it was pathetic, boring, and unhappy.” Hunh. That would pretty much… Continue reading Out of the mouths of babes

Vegetarian vacation

As wonderful as it is when the children come home, it stinks when they leave to go back to college or work or both. Our youngest drove off in pouring  rain this morning, leaving the house feeling chillier and duller. We had a wonderful time, saw 9 movies during the 8 days and 9 nights she… Continue reading Vegetarian vacation

Bread of life

The recipe came originally from the King Arthur Flour catalog. So, eventually, did the Saf-Instant yeast that  works like magic. I love King Arthur, even though the Bread Baker of the house tends to grab the new mailings and drool over them as if they featured naked women instead of luscious baked goods. When someone requested… Continue reading Bread of life

Hark, the chocolate angels sing

If I could catch the house cats, chances are I’d dip them in chocolate. It’s that time of year.  And here I am, married to someone who only likes peanut butter cups because of the peanut butter. Before the December feeding frenzy finishes, he’ll have some sugar cookie cutouts, but for today: Mas chocolate. I’ll… Continue reading Hark, the chocolate angels sing

Broccoli-cauliflower salad

When my mother passed along a recipe, she usually typed it on a 3×5-inch card. I’m always amazed by the effort she put into sharing food ideas (but rarely thoughts or feelings).  This particular recipe came from Merron S., the daughter of Mother’s good friend Frieda B. who ran the (now closed) Lewisburg Inn and its lovely… Continue reading Broccoli-cauliflower salad