I was diagnosed with breast cancer just before Christmas (yeah, Happy Holidays!), and that’s been my excuse for everything I don’t feel like doing ever since. Like eating well or exercising or going to bed at a reasonable time. “I oughta be able to do this — I have cancer!” Obviously, that’s not going to… Continue reading The new normal; chard-crab quiche
This would be the day for going stark-raving, nutso, bat-crap, screaming like a banshee, inhaling everything in sight, edible and non-. The air is like damp, gray wool. I’m reading William Styron, the master of depressive darkness. It’s Daughter’s Day and one daughter won’t answer the phone, the other had her daughter answer rudely. I’m afraid… Continue reading A fine day for running off the rails; roasted asparagus with a college education
Eight weeks after my second hip replacement and I was ready this week to get back in the kitchen. Stoic the Vast does well at the stove (especially considering he started at Ground Zero), but he gets impatient, doesn’t like anything complicated. I live for complicated — as long as it’s healthy and fast. Not… Continue reading Back in the kitchen, empenadas
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
Plenty- in this house where I’ve learned over the years that so much of dealing with depression is putting one foot in front of the other, making supper, digging down into your real (as opposed to your fantasy) relationships. I also need to say here that I’ve been taking a minimal amount of generic Paxil… Continue reading What does a fresh corn souffle have to do with depression?
The squashfest continues, along with enough cucumbers to put up pickles for an army. But I have the answer to yellow squash, usually about as tasty to me as wet cotton. This bland, limp vegetable has been waiting for Tommy Lombardo of Euclid, OH and his (her?) recipe for Tex-Mex Summer Squash Casserole in the… Continue reading Zucchini, squash and cukes — oh my!