Commando in Wal-Mart; spatchcocking

Pride went-eth before the fall of my bloomers. Getting dressed for a Wal-Mart expedition, I decided to wear a sundress. I also decided to try smaller-sized underwear (almost 15 pounds gone at Weight Watchers). I never wear skirts and didn’t think that nothing would hold them up should the elastic roll floor-ward like a rubber band overstretched around a… Continue reading Commando in Wal-Mart; spatchcocking

Back in the kitchen, empenadas

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

Chew vaccine, Veterans’ Day

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

Curry for hot weather supper

This swampy summer climate (102° heat equivalency at this moment) makes me want to eat salt and spices. A curry sounded perfect for tonight, along with a perfectly ripened and chilled cantaloupe. I may even drop an ice cube in my glass of Merlot! The recipe is the best one I’ve found so far in Better… Continue reading Curry for hot weather supper

Acceptance shouldn’t be approval

Have you seen last week’s People magazine? Twenty-nine-year old Tess Holliday is on the cover — “The world’s first size 22 Supermodel!” — like it’s a good thing. I’m all for accepting yourself and seeing beauty in every size and color, but the 5’5″ 280-pound Holliday is cruising toward diabetes at warp speed. She may feel great… Continue reading Acceptance shouldn’t be approval

Take ’em a meal; broccoli-chicken casserole

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

Kidding ourselves

“I think,” wrote our youngest daughter, “about a quarter of doing well at this eating/working out/being a healthy person thing seems to be tricking myself into thinking something.” At least. Hiding food where we can’t see it, smaller plates, moving to another room — away from the temptation — taking a shower or brushing our… Continue reading Kidding ourselves