The little bit of lemon in the tea is wonderful, but something about citric acid causes Stanley's tongue to become clumsy. It makes him sound Duchy when he speaks. Not in a God-awful way, and no more difficult to understand than Mr. FitzDermot's heavy Irish brogue as they sit and converse in the tiny living … Continue reading An Affair
I have a deep affinity for crackers. Not gourmet varieties, or even homemade, but good old plain Jane everyday crackers, be it Captain’s wafers, or saltines, and especially any kind that comes two-to-a-pack. I don’t think anyone needs a reason to like crackers but my fondness, I am certain, begins with my childhood memory of … Continue reading The Wonder Of Store-Bought Crackers
All afternoon and from inside his parent's house, as Bill and I sit outside in the comfort of lawn chairs talking, trumpeters one after another run through their scales, do re mi fa sol la ti do, over and over again. The notes drop from the open windows like fall leaves from the trees. It … Continue reading The Music Lesson
I don’t know why but I always find the silence during heavy snowfall deafening. It's a wonderful time for reflection. Amy moves about uncomfortably in the hospital bed. I look down at the pulse monitor on her forefinger. It is a bright red beacon in the darkness. On her arm closest to me I … Continue reading To Give Thanks
I don't make anything fancy for Thanksgiving. I like, and my family likes, a good homey kind of Thanksgiving. One that we have eaten in some iteration for as long as I can remember. I figured out a long time ago my food is far better when I don't try to hide behind fancy. Don't … Continue reading Day Two: Green Bean Casserole
It’s my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving is. Amy is lying down and not feeling good when I walk into the bedroom to ask if she wants to have Thanksgiving dinner at our house this year. She hesitates, not saying what we both already know, about how we are planning to put the house up for sale, … Continue reading Day One: My Turkey Stock Recipe
There is a difference between gardening to eat fresh and gardening to preserve. When preserving sometimes I am so overwhelmed by the large quantities and the rush of putting up the bounty I forget to step back and enjoy the freshness of the season.
I have always said, "if I am going to cook one chicken, I might as well cook two." It's not really any more work. I have come to believe the same about pot roast, pork roast, and just about anything that is braised, smoked or roasted. In the case of this casserole you could make … Continue reading RECIPE CARD: 3 Cheese Beef & Noodles + How To Get The Most Out Of Prep Day