Perhaps I should be a mediator. The world needs more mediators or at least more people capable of walking the middle ground.
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If I tuck my knees just under my chin, I’m certain that any casual observer could give me a nudge and I would begin rolling. It was a big food weekend.
Posted by Tammy on June 25, 2013
She was specific about the punctuation. It should be singular possessive so that each family can honor their own mother. That very statement implied that it would not be a plural possessive commemorating all women in the world. And so, U.S. President Wilson used the singular possessive when he signed the law creating the official Mother’s Day holiday in 1914.
Posted by Tammy on May 11, 2013
We all have to make choices and frankly, offering choices is a trademark of my parenting style. So, when I told my children that they had a choice of doing a family Harlem shake or writing dinnertime haiku, each sharpened their pencil.
Posted by Tammy on April 18, 2013
Posted by Tammy on April 7, 2013
A couple of weeks ago, I was invited to a food and wine pairing meal. It was an exquisitely prepared 5 or 6 courses each with a special tasting of wine to accompany. As we head into April, I’d like to acknowledge another type of pairing – that of food and poetry.
Cortney Davis, the poetry editor of “Alimentum: The Literature of Food,” also acknowledges this pairing.
“The best foods are layered–we notice the hint of rosemary behind the muscular taste of tomato or the suggestion of oak that appears moments after the swallow of a fine wine. . . . Some foods taste better left-over–the second-day helping of turkey and stuffing at Thanksgiving. Poems must be multi-layered too, and they must last not only through the second serving, but through many readings, offering us . . . another revelation, another way of looking at ourselves. . . .“
Posted by Tammy on April 1, 2013
“The Almighty, indeed, sent the potato blight, but the English created the Famine.”
— Irish national activist, solicitor & political journalist, John Mitchel
My family came to America from Ireland in the early 1900's so you'd think I'd have some firsthand tales to tell about the Great Hunger. But, alas, my family is not a sharer of stories, photos or heirlooms handed down from one generation to the next.
Posted by Tammy on March 17, 2013