Since the weather started to warm up my thoughts have turned to my garden. I have to admit I’m not much for flowers. With the deer that come up on my front yard after dark, there’s no point planting anything in the front yard that the deer like. There are some plants they don’t like: bleeding hearts, daffodils, lavender, and others. I found a list of them on a website. Continue reading
A few days ago this little bird started tapping on the front door. It tap tap taps and then flies up and tries to throw itself at the window. I closed the front door, and still it attempts to get in. I think it sees itself in the reflection. Today I saw him (or her) again, puffing up his chest as if to impress his supposed reflection. Continue reading
Over the weekend we hosted our first dinner party. Well, not exactly a party in the traditional 1950s sense, but a dinner with friends. Since I love to eat and I love to cook it was an opportunity to try out something new. I decided to focus the meal around Turkish food, one of my favorite cuisines. What’s not to love? Garlic, tomatoes, eggplant, olives, feta cheese . . . seriously, this is great food.
I stuck to some old standbys that I knew would come out well. I started with baba ghanoush and artichoke hummus as starters with pita bread. For the soup course I made a red lentil and bulgar soup. For the main course I served zucchini squares and vegetable tagine. Continue reading
On Friday nights and Saturdays the place to go for local food items and an assortment of other shopping pleasures is Zern’s. This place is hard to describe. It’s part food market, part flea market, and part craft market. Wrap it all up into an indoor shopping experience in Gilbertsville, Pennsylvania. This iconic place has been around a long time. As a boy in the 1960s, my husband rode his bicycle there from his home in Pottstown, about six miles . Continue reading
Twas the night before Christmas and in Marla’s house, we were busy preparing for a day that would not interest a mouse,
For we had no presents, no tinsel, no tree, just two grown up people in wait for a day that was free,
Our fridge was packed, our house nice and warm, as we hunkered down for a quiet day outside the norm,
No children were waiting, no brew was chilling, as we eagerly looked forward to a day that was thrilling,
When what on our lawn did we spy from the door but some deer, a grouse, squirrels, and wait . . . birds galore!
As darkness descended on our small village street we heard the sound of peace, joy, and a new day to meet.
So my virtual friends I send you a warm greeting, in hopes that one day we may be meeting,
And wishing you all a joyful weekend, filled with family, food, good cheer and old friends.
It’s that time of year when we get together with family and friends. We go to parties and eat and drink too much, stay out too late, spend too much money and flit between a state of bliss and stress. We want to drift into that place where all we feel is sweetness and light. Inevitably we are sometimes disappointed. Our plans don’t come to fruition and our Continue reading
Today we returned from a week of vacation. We were visiting family in Florida for an extended Thanksgiving holiday so I haven’t been blogging. This will be a short blog so you know I haven’t completely dropped off the face of the earth. I’ll get back to a more regular schedule once I get unpacked and catch up with email and phone messages. I don’t know about you, but when I am away from home for more than two or three days, it takes me some time to get back to my routine. Things pile up, and yet life has to go on. Continue reading
Sunday at Rhinebeck is a calmer affair. For one thing they don’t open the gates until 10 AM so visitors are forced to sleep in and relax before hitting the fairgrounds. We arrived just after 10 and cruised right in. The crowds were smaller, but still formidable. I had a list of some places I wanted to return to that I missed the day before. In addition we wanted to have a hot lunch before heading home, I wanted to get back to the book signing booth, and walk through one barn that I couldn’t even get close to the day before. Continue reading
Saturday at Rhinebeck means lines and crowds and waiting for almost everything including the ladies room. Being a man at Rhinebeck has its advantages. Getting in and out of the restroom is the first, and getting a lot of attention from yarn-crazed women is another. My husband is a real trooper. He comes along with me to these fiber gatherings and doesn’t complain. He doesn’t always tag along with me, but that’s ok. There are some more manly things to do, like wine-tasting and watching the dog herding demonstrations. He comes home with some bottles of chile sauce and can eat whatever he wants. Continue reading
One thing you should know about me is that I like to eat. More than that, I like to eat good food. I think that if you like to eat good food you had better know how to cook unless you can afford to have your own personal chef. For me, good food means real food, that has not been processed or otherwise adulterated. Continue reading