The little blue and white boxes full of sawdust are fine for “normal” times, but hard times demand the taste of browned butter ricocheting around your mouth like the silver shot in an old pinball machine.
For as long as beans have been in my life, I’ve eaten bean salad. My mother made it with canned beans and bottled Italian dressing. Stoic’s mother made a big batch once when she and his father were leaving town on a trip, and Stoic ended up ice skating on bean salad after he dropped… Continue reading Best bean salad ever — sweet corn’s the secret
We are covered up in summer squashes and sinking fast. Corn and tomatoes are advancing from the east (the garden). I spend more time in the kitchen these days than at any other time of the year because you can only give away so many zucchini and hot peppers. Stoic and I made two kinds… Continue reading I’m as corny as Kansas in August, slow-cooker corn chowder without cheese
Day 7 of a 21-day challenge that looks like this: No chips, no sodas, no diet sodas, no chocolate, no candy, no white bread, no cookies, no fast food, no cakes, pastries or muffins. Right this minute I’m feeling really good because until I looked it up just now to copy the list, I’d thought… Continue reading Time to clean out the old system; easy-breezy tomato-vegetable-beef soup
We’re currently experiencing the nastiest weather of the summer. Think Amazonian rain forest-African jungle heat and humidity. I’ve said (so many times) before: I hate Southern summers, love the food. Today’s lunch was the last of our sweet corn, the first of our field peas, some of Stoic’s perfect tomatoes and a neighbor’s honey-sweet cantalope.… Continue reading Hot southern mess
Every time I ask if there’s more corn out there in the garden, the answer is, yes, there’s still some we can use or take to someone. Can’t believe how a week of rain on top of a hot dry summer plumped and sweetened it. Still seems like a miracle to me — the only… Continue reading Corn keeps coming; best corn soup yet!
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?
Last night we fixed supper for our church youth group: spicy lentil chili, broccoli cornbread, tossed salad, grapes and clementines, banana cake with caramel icing. It was some work but a lot of fun, unexpectedly so. As they finished their spring breaks, these teens were full o’ beans (even before the chili). They were also happy,… Continue reading Eat, pray, love — the definition of supper at church
So many addicts in recovery seem so affected by Philip Seymour Hoffman’s death. No way to tell if it’s more than usual at the passing of a talented young person with as many problems, or more, than talents, but everyone appears gobsmacked by the 20 years sobriety preceding his final tailspin. Those of us who slide… Continue reading One cigarette away; vegetables with oomph
I’m so ready for hibernation. Since my 50th high school reunion in August 2012, I’ve packed back on 30 pounds. Bring on the stinky cave — I am re-insulated and ready to live off my hips for a few months. Some of that’s a lot of sitting in office chairs since then. Some of that’s… Continue reading The bear went into the mountain; beef-barley-vegetable soup