Sherlonya

Tricky Dick

I wonder about the women who had
made love to Richard Nixon. What
did they smell like? Lemon drops
and powder? Did they make him sweat?

How did they win him? With a thermos
of soup? A long suggestive stare?
A demure glance? Or did he seduce them
with his dark, dark hair, his lawyer’s suit?
Or was it his eyes, dark and weary? Did
they seek to save him from himself,
salve him somehow, these women?

What did they think during Watergate?
Did they long for him again, yearn to hide
him somewhere dark and warm? And
how do they feel when we think of him?

Love letter

Dear fiber, I am sorry that my recent culinary forays have led me to forsake you. Really, I am sorry. I will not ever forget the good times we have had, your study mouthfeel. The way you have always made me feel, after an encounter with you, that I have done something good for myself.… Continue reading Love letter

Everybody loves salad!

This week was a week of poor morning planning. Translation: I didn’t bring my lunch to work as much as I normally do. One day when I was wandering around wondering what I was going to buy for lunch, I noticed that Potbelly’s had a sign in the window for some new salads. So, I… Continue reading Everybody loves salad!

Goal 16

The recipe goal. One might say that 100 new recipes is just too much, but not I! ( Says she who is behind on this goal.) March 9 was the halfway point of the year o’ goals. I am now only at recipe number 48. You see efforts number 46, 47 and 48 in the… Continue reading Goal 16

Comfort food

Everyone has her ultimate comfort food. Mine is grits. Every time I don’t feel well, be it a headache or an upset stomach, I look to the grits to help me feel better. I don’t know how grits came to hold this special place. In fact, I wonder if oatmeal feels that grits have stolen… Continue reading Comfort food