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Category Archives: Eating, Drinking, Cooking
Was it the Scrambled Eggs, the Sun, or Yellowjacket lying on the Windowsill?
I don’t know why but I feel happy again. This morning. I did not sit in the chair by the red Chinese lamp brooding. Staring out the window missing the massive Elms that used to rise up in the air … Continue reading
Potatoes, Pasta and a Handful of Tears
I won’t talk about the weather anymore. But that’s hard. Because it makes you feel crazy when one day it’s forty degrees and the next eighty-five. When your garden suddenly jumps up crazy wild before your eyes. That happens here. … Continue reading
When Your Mother Had Holes in Her Socks
I woke up at 3:00 a.m. today. And I don’t know anymore if today is really today. What is today. Not even sure it merits a period or a question mark. Or maybe just a blank space. All the … Continue reading
Food for the Sick the Tired and the Lonely
I ran out of butter. I wondered how I could possibly eat my toast this morning. Because this was a day I had to have eggs, butter and toast. When I saw there was no butter, I didn’t exactly panic, … Continue reading