Water, light and food. If wall charts could talk, they'd tell you these are the things plants need to survive, to advance from seeds into leaf bearers. Wall charts work better, of course, with human interpreters: gardeners, farmers, teachers. It's one thing to diagram photosynthesis but another to act out how plants grow cattywampus if … Continue reading Seeds.
So, yeah, it will be a proverbial 5 pounds. But I promise you'll feel lighter, like a weight has lifted, and others will see it. A couple of fellow bloggers (Tales from the Motherland and Musing Off the Mat) posted comments to my piece from last Saturday, 50 happy things from 2014, letting me know … Continue reading Look 5 lbs. thinner in just 10 minutes.
A cocktail supper is my favorite type of gathering (no, not just because it's an excuse to serve French 75s, although I do love a good French 75...). Sure, the seated, plated dinner and buffet brunch are wonderful in their own right; when I catered (a lifetime ago) those types of formal meals were, so … Continue reading All of my friends are going to be snackers. (food, week of 12.9.13)
"I know you don't have a minute to talk, but you must tell me: how are my children doing?" These are the first words Harriet says after I answer the phone last Sunday afternoon. Not "Hello." Not "Jennifer?" Straight to the matter Harriet is, and it's one of the qualities I adore most in her. … Continue reading The light heart lives longest. (food, week of 12.1.13)
I am not a joiner. I've played on tennis teams and captained more than a few; I've taken classes with friends; I've served on boards. But most groups that require ongoing participation are too high maintenance for me and wear me out, which is why I've routinely declined invitations for wine and book clubs despite … Continue reading The cookbook club. (food, week of 11.18.13)
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)
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 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)