I woke up this morning thinking of crab, and that always makes me think of John Watson. This post was written about four years ago after one of our crabbing trips. Maybe I'll just post this every day until he gets the hint. From the time I was a child, I've been aware of "girly" behavior. I don't think mannish behavior looks good on a woman. So you'll never find me sitting backwards on a chair with one leg slung left and one leg slung right. I wouldn't crop my hair too short, or spit, or wear ... continue reading...
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Crock Pot Salsa Pork
I was SO sure I had already posted this recipe, because it is just about the easiest thing you could ever pull together, and I make it a bunch, and why would I not have already shared that here? But when a friend asked me about it the other day, and I directed them to T&F, we both discovered that I had NOT already shared it. So here it is. Try this some day when you're too busy or feeling too lazy to cut, chop, dice, puree, mash, blend, saute, braise, boil, whip or fold ... or anything I ... continue reading...
Chicken Saté with Peanut Dipping Sauce
Oh, how I love Saté ... Sate ... Satay. WhatEV. You can't ruin this dish. Spell it however you like, burn the edges, forget to wipe the sauce off the rim of the dish before you take the picture ... it doesn't matter. This is a-may-ay-zing. I played around with the recipe I found in Artisinal Gluten-Free Cooking, new favorite cookbook. If you're GF and haven't already seen this book, I think you should run over to Amazon and take a peek. I left the saté exactly as written (and it is ... continue reading...
Dinner and a Show (part 1)
While on our trip to the East Coast, we witnessed an unexpected outburst by an old woman. I'll give you all the details in another post, but for now, here's an old post that came to mind while I was mulling it all over. Dave officiated at a memorial yesterday for a woman from our church. Patsy was 71, a hard-worker, the possessor of a great sense of humor, and a clutch-you-tight, squeeze-your-bones hugger. I miss her. Sundays will be odd without her. Later, we headed to Costco to pick up a ... continue reading...
Of Mice and Young Men
I saw the boy as Dave and I were driving out the back entrance of the Starbucks parking lot. I'm amazed I noticed him at all because I was totally consumed with my iced grande soy latte. I'd been trying to get up the courage to try a soy latte for two weeks. But every time I stood at the counter and opened my mouth, some other order came out. Yesterday, however, after managing to gush my worries to the barista and hearing her assurance that I could dump it if I wasn't delighted and she'd replace ... continue reading...
Nuts
We run through the obligatory script, the way you do every time you approach a checker at the grocery store. "How ya doing?" she asks. "Fine. How are you today?" "I'm good." I assume it will end there; if often does. I'm tired from my workout at the Y and she seems tired of her task. Usually, when two tired people face each other over a conveyor belt of groceries, they both absorb themselves in making sure the food gets in the bag. But I tilt my wallet the wrong way and send change ... continue reading...