Turkey with Sherry, Valentine’s Day and Romantic Spain

Go directly to recipe Mon mari often complains that I never forget anything and, more specifically, that I never forget a date. I could suggest that, if he wouldn't choose such inappropriate dates for his actions, perhaps I would be more likely to forget. And what date and action am I referring to? Valentine's Day. … Continue reading…

Mushroom and Chicken Lasagne; Unreliable Output Devices

It has been brought to my attention, on more than one occasion, that my mouth is a, somewhat, unreliable output device. An example: Mon mari, his brother, s-i-l and I are discussing what time to leave on an outing the following day. In my mental discussion with myself I acknowledge that mon mari would like … Continue reading…

Choucroute Garni and Picky Eaters

Go directly to recipe My mother had zero tolerance for picky eaters.  Hers was a simple philosophy: She made it; we ate it.   Food was not wasted.  I'm sure it stems from the Depression, but we didn't waste.  (Funny, how so many people are learning that again….) There were no alternative meals offered; no peanut … Continue reading…

Skeletons in the Pantry, How to Set Goals, Resolutions

I leaned early on that my great motivator is not a desire for accolades but a fear of having to admit I failed.  Actual failure doesn't bother me in the least.  It's having other people know I failed that I can't abide. So, many years ago, back in the beginning of time, when I decided … Continue reading…

Farmhouse Pasta; The Allure of the Forbidden

Go directly to recipe What is it about the hidden things that make them so appealing? Something that's forbidden must be better than something that isn't. And something that is both hidden and forbidden, well, that is simply an invitation! My mother, so practical about many things, couldn't grasp this. Every Christmas she baked 6 … Continue reading…

Chicken Vegetable Barley Soup and Christmas Popcorn

Go directly to recipe When I was growing up we always strung popcorn for the Christmas tree.  It was a family tradition from my mother's childhood. My father would pop a huge tub (as in laundry tub) of plain popcorn; my mother would distribute needles with long, sturdy threads and we would make popcorn garlands … Continue reading…