While I Groak

How does a word become obsolete? Is it simply that dialects morph over time or do we drop a word in favor of others that roll from the tongue with more grace? I recall a story on NPR when “slacks” was being voted out of the language. I must admit that I wouldn’t be sad to see it go. Pants, trousers, jeans, khakis, capris all hit the mark with greater specificity or at least a more amenable sound. Slacks clamors for attention like an ugly tattoo on an aging beer belly.

 

I groak!

I groak!

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Gimme a lotta (gremolata)

When I read Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love, it struck me that she’d mis-titled it. I know she was in Italy but really her culinary adventures were pretty limited to pizza marguerita and gelato. What she did do in Italy was learn to speak Italian but alas, Speak, Pray, Love would have sold far fewer copies. You see, food sells.

Food Sells - And that includes Beans

Food Sells – And that includes Beans

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Half Truths

When a true statement lacks certain facts and is intended to deceive, we often refer to it as a half truth.
Roasted what?

Roasted what?

If a mother, omits certain recipe ingredients in order to promote good eating, we refer to it as well, good nutrition.

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Sandbagging

At many workplaces it’s the time of year when the budget for the next year is cast. Targets are set. Charters are drawn for new initiatives. Conference rooms are full of debate over where to set the mark.

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Spirits of Summer

She was a wistful woman who clung to the last few days before her children went back to school not because they were leaving but because it meant an end to the summer.

Celebrating Summer

Celebrating Summer

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Connecting to a Past

America is called the great melting pot and should you look at my own family tree, you’d find the pot bubbling away with good French wine, a German goulash, Irish soda biscuits, English cheddar and a bit of Scottish Drambuie.

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There is a Season

Every now and then when I look at my boys, I have one of those moments. My heart aches, my eyes gather pools and there is a thick sadness in my throat. They are growing fast. The oldest only has two more years at home and that thought panics me. I feel like I want them to live with me forever.

Back in Season

Back in Season

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Round and Round She Goes

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.

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Vegetable Platter at The Turquoise Room

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Decorating the Day

As a child, we always went to the cemetery on Memorial Day. I grew up in a community where my parents had also grown up so we had a history there. None of the neighbors or relatives who’d passed were lost in battle and few were in the military but we went, regardless. We cleaned up the grave sites and placed peonies grown in my grandmother’s yard.

Photo courtesy of Photographer, Poet and Teacher MagicalMysteryTeacher.wordpress.com

Photo courtesy of Photographer, Poet and Teacher MagicalMysteryTeacher.wordpress.com

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Asparagus Aspersions

Don’t be casting aspersions on my asparagus! Or said another way, please refrain from tarnishing the reputation of my flowering perennial vegetables.

Aspersion Seeker

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