Spring still sprung **

“At most, there are two kinds of dysfunctional families: those who don’t talk enough and those who talk too much.” Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation, 1994 I grew up in the first kind and married into one of each. Visits to my first in-laws featured late-night, alcohol-fueled rants of the George and Martha “Who’s Afraid of… Continue reading Spring still sprung **

Chicken corn soup and cranberry-orange bread — who I am

My father’s mother was so Pennsylvania Dutch she spoke it. My mother’s mother, so Northeastern WASP she spoke that!  My father loved Pennsylvania Dutch food so my passive-aggressive mother never fixed it. (Her friend Doris G. made this soup.) She loved struggling with cranberries to see if she couldn’t get her smooth sauce to gel… Continue reading Chicken corn soup and cranberry-orange bread — who I am

Fish chowder

It’s really difficult, if not impossible, to take a picture of a milk-based chowder that looks even a little appetizing. Let me promise you, though, that this easy soup is wonderful, nutritious and not loaded with calories. The recipe’s from my new favorite food magazine, Taste of Home, in which almost all the recipes are… Continue reading Fish chowder

Chinese New Year, fried rice

Happy first day of the Year of the Dragon! I am making this the first day of my 2012 as well because the 22 days preceding have been pretty much a wasteland (waist-land?) as far as diet and exercise. On NPR’s “The Splendid Table” yesterday Lynn Rosetto Kasper talked to John Tierney, author of Willpower:… Continue reading Chinese New Year, fried rice

Food & family

Thanks to FaceBook and e-mail, I’ve reconnected with cousins who were once a part of every trip to my mother’s mother’s hometown in northern New Jersey. Their father and my mother were first cousins but even though I’ve lived in the South for more than 30 years, I don’t know if that means we’re first cousins… Continue reading Food & family

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