Simple Spinach Gratin; Going Abroad

Men never give a thought to toilets; they have a whole planet that works equally well.  For obvious reasons, women do. The toilets in Paris are a thing of beauty (as far as toilets are concerned).  When there, I am almost tempted to drink even more coffee than usual just so I can use them. … Continue reading…

Living in the House of Vlad the Impaler, Count Dracula…

We interrupt the scheduled programming for a brief update: The movers came at 7:59 last Thursday morning; didn't gasp with dismay or piss and moan about the amount of stuff we had, but proceeded to load it into the lorry (truck). Then they fetched trailer and loaded that, too.  They finished at 5:00, we finished … Continue reading…

Mini Meat Loaves, The Weekly Menu Plan, and FOWP

Mini Meat Loaves FOWP Fear of White Paper It's an artist term, referring to the moment when one is looking at a brand new, squeaky clean, canvas or vellum, crayon or brush in hand, terrified to make that first, irretrievable mark. This morning I am suffering from FOWS: Fear of White Screen. Usually, I sign … Continue reading…

Old-Fashioned Cucumber Salad; More Joys of Moving

Cucumber Salad When we moved to Ireland from the U.S. we I packed our airline tickets. Determined to have a smoother, calmer, move from Ireland to Andorra I tried to think of all contingencies. Once again, our stuff was going in a large container by boat.   Once again, we were going by plane and would … Continue reading…

Asparagus, Two Ways; The Joys of House Hunting!

When we sold our house in the U.S. we were told to: Remove anything personal; Pack away all decorative stuff; Replace anything obviously worn; And, in general to ‘tart it up a bit’ and keep it looking as good as possible. The philosophy here, apparently, is: When you can no longer find the floor through … Continue reading…

Burgers & Beans; The saga continues: The Visiting Nurse

Burgers and Beans Another example of two people talking about different things together: Do  you walk to school or carry your lunch? Mon mari was discharged from the hospital on Saturday morning. Sounds simple, doesn't it?  He comes home and mows the lawn (which he is doing as I write this, but I digress). The … Continue reading…