In the kitchen

Sometimes something happens in the kitchen that etches itself on your mind never to be forgotten. Like, you know, hypothetically, you make risotto in someone’s kitchen for the first time. And your masterpiece turns out just as you hoped it would. It is delicious and pretty and darned satisfying. Until the owner of the kitchen… Continue reading In the kitchen

Franksgiving

In 1939, Thanksgiving, which at that time was the last Thursday in November, was to fall very close to the end of the month. Folks in the retail world complained that with only three weeks for holiday shopping that sales would be crappy, not ideal for an already crappy economy. So, Roosevelt declared that Thanksgiving… Continue reading Franksgiving

Julie and Julia

Once upon a time, I wrote a poem that made some allusions to Julia Child’s sex life. When I workshopped the poem at my writing group, I saw some eyebrows raise at the very notion. Upon seeing the Julie and Julia film, I feel vindicated.  Watching Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci play Julia and Paul… Continue reading Julie and Julia

Published
Categorized as Uncategorized Tagged , ,

Thanks, November

One of my fall projects is sort of an extension of Thanksgiving. I hold no romantic notions about the origins of Thanksgiving, however, I do like the romantic parts that American society has decided to embrace and propagate. I like the idea of just taking time to be happy about things, to think about the… Continue reading Thanks, November