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!
I hurt in places where I didn’t know I had places. Specifically, my triceps, my upper and lower abs. That’s from Pilates, and it actually feels kinda nice, when I shift in my seat, to be reminded that I made it all the way through a fairly brutal class yesterday.
No matter how carefully Stoic the Vast may plan, we always end up with extra yellow summer squash and not enough zucchini. I adore the latter, tolerate the former. Cooked yellow squash feels to me like raw squid must — oogly, googly and slickery. Zucchini, on the other tentacle, is more self-possessed, holds its shape… Continue reading Slow-cooker zucchini soup — use 2 pounds of the stuff in a single delicious recipe
At this moment, just after the sun slips below the Blue Ridge but the sky above the mountains is still vaguely pink, 13 deer are supping on soybeans in a pasture behind our house. Like all the rest of us, they want to EAT in this weather. I’ve eaten more red meat in the past… Continue reading R-rated sloppy Joes
Something in the Thai Steak Salad dressing at 131 Main in Cornelius (NC) tugged at the corners of my palate. Something familiar but unusual in an entrée salad. A blast of summery green not usually keeping company with butter-tender bits of filet mignon. They added fresh mint to amp up the beef, mango, noodles and green… Continue reading Kitchen Roselli, 131 Main and Greek couscous salad
I wonder if any other of my classmates has to buy a new fence charger before our 50th reunion in 2.5 weeks. When I went out to put on fly masks this morning, we had a free range quarterhorse, and it will not do if any of our three amigos range onto N. Meadow Rd.… Continue reading 2 pounds and 2 weeks ’til reunion!
Kind of a Laura Ingalls Wilder weekend with some food adventures thrown in. Paul Bunyan kept working on the huge, old beech that fell near a friend’s deer stand. We cannot afford to heat by propane alone. He also pulled buckets of peppers before Friday night’s scattered frost. While I picked basil to make one… Continue reading Little House in the Piedmont, fried Oreos and Bambi