Pickled Beets; Mouse in the House and Why I Wear Shoes

Pickled Beets The problem with not having mosquitoes is that without them, there is no compelling reason to have screen doors. One still leaves the heavy, wooden doors open when the weather is nice but, without screen doors, the outside has a disconcerting habit of coming inside. Last summer we had a snake in the … Continue reading…

Feta and Caper Tart; Braised Lamb; Dirty Dogs

Go directly to recipe We had snowy white carpeting in our house in Minnesota: for 6 weeks. Our house had been on the market for a year and the Realtor convinced us that, for it to sell, we had to rip out the old carpet and re-do the entire house in brilliant white.  We argued … Continue reading…

Yorkshire Pudding, Stuffing Pie and Fox Hunting

Go directly to recipe Fox Hunting is no longer legal in Britain. It is, of course, still perfectly legal to put on the pretty red jackets and go madly galloping across the countryside on horses, blowing horns. And, of course, it's still perfectly legal to bring your pack of dogs along for the exercise. It … Continue reading…

Ragù Bolognese and Sedi, the Bunny Slayer

Page down to Ragù Bolognese recipe Sedi, aka Sweet Pea, my little, brown, German, pointy-nosed bitch, has another name added to the ever growing list: Sedi, the Bunny Slayer. Yesterday, as I was taking the girl-dogs for their morning constitutional, we had AN EVENT! The girls were running ahead as usual.  As I came around … Continue reading…

Pasta with Cabbage, Sage and Sausage and Walking the Dog

Go directly to recipe I just heard our pointy-nose, German dog struggle up the stairs.  Time to come up and nap in the warm office.  She has arthritis in her back hips and, on these damp days, the stairs are a challenge. Six years ago her vet in Andorra told us she shouldn't be allowed … Continue reading…

Autumn Pastry, deconstructed; Emma, la Gorda!

Go directly to recipe El Gordo!  The Fat One!  That’s the name of the big lottery Spain has every Christmas. Emma, la gorda!  Emma, the fat one!  That’s what the neighbor kids called our sensitive big, white, girl dog on her last visit to her former human and village. She had been known as ‘Emma, … Continue reading…