1 05, 2016

And the Most Exciting Phone Call You Ever Got Was . . .?

By | 2016-12-29T23:56:15+00:00 May 1st, 2016|cakes, desserts, good nonfiction|0 Comments

Perhaps it was a date to the prom. Or maybe the realtor. “They’re offering full price!” Then again, you might be one of those lucky bums who once won the sweepstakes. What’s the most exciting phone call you ever got? I think I’d like to get the one author Alain de Botton received. On the other end, an executive at London’s Heathrow Airport explained that [...]

13 03, 2016

You’re Not the Only Facebook Addict

By | 2016-12-29T23:56:16+00:00 March 13th, 2016|cakes, desserts, good fiction|1 Comment

Oh, boy, another novel from the days when it was fashionable to say everything in the longest way possible. The characters are “discomfited” and “deprecating” when they could be just plain embarrassed or dissing. The last time I attempted this feat, the author was Nathaniel Hawthorne and I had to give it up or it would turn me off reading forever. But this time, it’s [...]

31 01, 2016

Yes, I’m an Outlander Fan

By | 2016-12-29T23:56:17+00:00 January 31st, 2016|cakes, good fiction|0 Comments

In a world gone mad for hobbits and rings, for space battles, starships, zombies and other dystopias, I just don’t get it. I want my stories set on terra firma. The sun comes up where it’s supposed to and goes down where it’s supposed to. There are no trips down the rabbit hole, no clockworks orange or any other color. I can tolerate Atlanta burning, [...]

27 12, 2015

How Do You Know If Your Slang is Right?

By | 2016-12-29T23:56:18+00:00 December 27th, 2015|breads, cakes, main dishes|0 Comments

If they ever make a movie from Dennis Lehane’s Moonlight Mile, it’s going to be an expensive one. It won’t be the fancy sets, because Lehane’s characters troll through the seedier side of Boston and the Berkshire Mountains. Then again, if they use real houses, the movie carpenters will have their hands full, cleaning up all the bullet holes and sprayed blood after each scene. [...]

18 10, 2015

I Just Want to Get to Grace Street

By | 2016-12-29T23:56:19+00:00 October 18th, 2015|breads, cakes, desserts, stew, Uncategorized|0 Comments

Today, we ate the Lazy Woman’s Sunday Dinner. Our dessert, Coconut Blueberry Cake was so easy, I made it late last night after a long bout of staring at a job list I didn’t want to finish.   This Smoky Bean Stew was a rapid-assembly wonder that cooked itself during my Sunday nap. This was one of those dishes where I swabbed my finger around [...]

11 10, 2015

The Ladies of Danbury

By | 2016-12-29T23:56:19+00:00 October 11th, 2015|cakes, desserts, good nonfiction, main dishes, pasta|0 Comments

Who among us has not had a big secret that we bottled up for weeks? And what was your secret? A pregnancy? A For Sale sign going up on your lawn next week? A church calling? And there you sat, your lips buttoned up, letting on nothing while you frolicked with your friends, dipping chips into the dip. Piper Kerman had a big secret too. [...]

28 09, 2015

If You Need a Drug, Why Not Food?

By | 2016-12-29T23:56:20+00:00 September 28th, 2015|cakes, desserts, salads, sandwiches, side dishes, soups|0 Comments

Sometimes the cow patties in a book are like weeds in the sidewalk cracks. It’s hard to keep a few from springing up. Best not criticize, unless your own sidewalk is weed-free. But when Carl Hiaasen wrote Star Island, I’m pretty sure he hauled along a bag of weed seeds and poured them in the sidewalk cracks on purpose. That said, he wrote a pretty [...]

5 07, 2015

Can You Get Me Into Your Country Club?

By | 2016-12-29T23:56:24+00:00 July 5th, 2015|cakes, good fiction, salads, sandwiches|0 Comments

You might be one of those people who resents the rich.But I think they fill a need in our society. They build castles to live in, and I get to walk by and admire them. I would certainly enjoy the country lane Nelson DeMille portrays in his novel, Gold Coast. […]

31 08, 2014

We’ll Buy More Sunday Clothes

By | 2016-12-29T23:56:29+00:00 August 31st, 2014|cakes, desserts, good nonfiction|0 Comments

The sound of Sunday morning around my childhood home was filing-metal sound of Mom's spoon in the saucepan, stirring the jello until the ice cubes melted.  By dinner time, a meatloaf showed up on the table, paired with some Rice-A-Roni, some peas, and that jello, and she considered her duty fulfilled.     But Sundays require dessert, no?  Mama didn't trouble herself with a lot of cooking experiments [...]