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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Lunch Box Tuesday

Three kids. Three schools. Three identical start times. Three wildly different school locations. It’s time to re-enroll in the fall academic schedule.

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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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Cleaning with Silk

Inside the case that holds my eyeglasses is a small cloth designed specifically for buffing the lenses clean. I am notorious for wearing specs full of thumbprints and other smudges and frankly, once I’ve been wearing them, I don’t even notice it.

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Red Ingenuity

If you’ve been hanging out here for any period of time, then you can count on two fingers the number of times that I’ve brought you sweets. Never having developed a sweet tooth, I’ll trade my post-meal pastries for savory salt and vinegar chips any day. Today is different however as this treat works with my CSA and comes with a history and a lesson.

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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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She’s Quite the Tart

Is it any wonder that the English language is difficult to acquire? When I say “tart”, what’s the first thing that comes to mind? Is it a pastry or a woman?

Let’s go with this: A pastry shell with shallow sides, no top crust, and any of various fillings. She may be a bit shallow and lacking upper crust but put on the lipstick and heels as this promiscuous girlfriend is worth the trouble.

Quite the Tart

Quite the Tart

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