A rusty old van in the White's Lane woods has seen better days.
Driving past a cemetery, you may notice American flags here and there. They mark the graves of men and women who served their country in the armed forces. Each May the weatherbeaten flags are replaced by new ones. Ever wonder who does it?
Last year I wrote this for the Sunday paper: Honor
Looking down. Raccoon was here.
No more drive. Walk.
The way to a man's heart is through his stomach, they say. (And the way to the pharaoh's brain is through his nose.)
This is another post about food.
"I love the new happy, cooking Amy," says my husband. Makes me sound like a doll. Happy Cooking Amy Barbie, comes with apron, tiny wok and tiny working scissors to snip miniature chives. No chef's toque, though: it would mess up her hair.
I have started tonight's rosemary olive focaccia
already, because it has several risings and I want to bake it before we go watch Laura's last lacrosse game at 5. Lately I've been on a quest to find really good olive oil, good enough to dip bread in, and not having much luck. Any suggestions?
We will also have walnut chicken breast stir fry, made in the wok. For dessert: dark chocolate. It's good for you
A recent recipe I tried and everyone liked: Pork-Stuffed Cabbage Rolls
. The carrots and celery, ginger, soy sauce, sesame oil and sesame seeds made this dish lighter, brighter and more Asian than some other cabbage roll recipes I found. I would make these babies again except this time make sure I have scallions to tie them together so I don't have to use string. I took the string off before serving, naturally, but even the thought of boiled string is pretty unappetizing.
Mint, an herb whose enthusiasm should be contained
Flowers first, then strawberries
Sage shadows on a clay pot
Full Flower Moon last night and 44˚ at wake up. The morning sun lights green fires up in the trees and on the freshly mowed lawn.
The JV lacrosse team is coming to our house for the season's final team dinner, a tradition before most away games. Beat Exeter! The girls have requested lasagna and pasta and salad.
Laura says, "Do you remember that lasagna you used to make when I was little? Make that!" I say, "Oh yeah… but where's the recipe I wonder." John says, "It's from a cookbook called 'Baby Let's Eat.'" I say, "I can't believe you can remember that. Do we still have it?" John says, "Yep, on the cookbook shelf."
'Sage is singularly good for the head and brain, it quickeneth the senses and memory, strengtheneth the sinews, restoreth health to those that have the palsy, and taketh away shakey trembling of the members.'
'The smelle of minte rejoiceth the heart of man, for which cause they used to strew it in chambers and places of recreation, pleasure and repose, where feasts and banquets are made.'
'Gather strawberry leaves on Lamas Eve, press them in the distillery until the aromatick perfume thereof becomes sensible. Take a fat turkey and pluck him, and baste him, then enfold him carefully in the strawberry leaves. Then boil him in water from the well, and add rosemary, velvet flower, lavender, thistles, stinging nettles, and other sweet-smelling herbs. Add also a pinte of canary wine, and half a pound of butter and one of ginger passed through the sieve. Sieve with plums and stewed raisins and a little salt. Cover him with a silver dish cover.'