Trying something new — yes, at your age — and venison Stroganoff

After I committed to spending five-six days a week at the Y at the end of last summer, people want to know if I feel just fabulous. No, but I don’t feel as bad, and at 72-1/2, that’s probably the same thing. My knees no longer hurt 24/7. I can hike briskly across a big… Continue reading Trying something new — yes, at your age — and venison Stroganoff

Easy Mongolian beef for the slow cooker

Stoic the Vast refills bird feeders daily in this frigid weather. Jays, cardinals, finches, nuthatches, chickadees, flickers, even crows, panic as soon as a few flakes blanket the fields. “Oh, my God, we’ll starve!” you can hear in their incessant, greedy cheeps. We humans are behaving the same — spending an inordinate amount of time in the kitchen,… Continue reading Easy Mongolian beef for the slow cooker

Seduced and abandoned

Spring, that brazen hussy, sashayed through the open windows yesterday without a care that soon we’ll be ravaged by summer’s awful heat. Every year I forget. Every year I throw open those windows and smell the turned earth, the pear blossoms and the cows. Every year I hear the meadowlarks and the peepers and think, “This… Continue reading Seduced and abandoned