Good will toward many. (food, week of 12.16.13)

If it weren't for the Reformation, it's possible that the world communion of Christians (all Catholics, if it weren't for the Reformation) would be about to launch festivities associated with the Feast of Fools, the evolution of Saturnalia, that wild Roman holiday tradition marked by role reversals, gag gifts and general mischief.  Yes, Virginia, the … Continue reading Good will toward many. (food, week of 12.16.13)

Impromptu. (food, week of 11.4.13)

I'm fairly certain my mother never once said to a friend, on the spur of the moment, "why don't you stay for dinner?"  She was the type of cook who planned and polished.  She like to have everything in place before inviting anyone over the share a meal.  How then did her elder daughter come … Continue reading Impromptu. (food, week of 11.4.13)

Winter is coming. (food, week of 10.14.13)

Seriously, it is.  But winter's not here yet, and that's all the more reason to enjoy what remains of fall's fresh produce. If you follow my other blog, Eat Something Great in Memphis, then you may already have read about Outstanding in the Field's visit to Memphis this past week.  It was a spectacular event, … Continue reading Winter is coming. (food, week of 10.14.13)

Raindrops on zinnias. (food, week of 10.7.13)

The first time Bernard came to visit me in Omaha, we had grand plans for making dinner that were thwarted by an unexpected half-day search for Ella dog who went off chasing a rabbit at the entrance to Platte River park and disappeared.  That tale’s another story for another day, but the net result was … Continue reading Raindrops on zinnias. (food, week of 10.7.13)

Jingle, jingle. (food, week of 9.9.13)

There are 108 days between now and Christmas, I learned today as I was mindlessly surfing the internet, my last-resort procrastination tactic on this, day three of avoiding preparing this week's weekly food plan. I have been completely and totally uninspired, staring blankly at an empty page in the Tiffany blue Martha Stewart notebook I … Continue reading Jingle, jingle. (food, week of 9.9.13)

I’ll have what she’s having. (food, week of 9.2.13)

We're an odd little commune of sorts, our block in ye olde neighborhood. We share like family the major holidays, pick-up street games, pet sitting, garden harvesting (figs!) and, perhaps most of all, cooking. It is not unusual to receive a 5:30 text from a neighbor asking for cumin or to send one asking for … Continue reading I’ll have what she’s having. (food, week of 9.2.13)

I’ll have the usual. (food, week of 8.26.13)

I realized this week that the challenge of devising new and different ways to assemble the same daily routine (family dinner) is precisely what I do every day in my day job, devising new and different ways to deliver exactly the same proposition (give blood: it saves lives).  To make the same old thing a … Continue reading I’ll have the usual. (food, week of 8.26.13)