Ciao, all. It’s been a good ride.
Bourbon balls, and an old Christmas memory.
A great, fiery flaming dessert dish, and some thoughts on our country’s hidden corners and quiet faces — America’s nooks and crannies all around us.
Best standing rib roast ever, Billy Buck’s take on flying, a reprise of musing about horizons.
A roundup of free-for-all observations under the influence of nasty microbes, with a great egg recipe and a look back at how the red Sox fell apart in the bottom of the 10th inning at Shea Stadium against the Mets in Game 6 of the 1986 World Series. Blame it on Rich Gedman.
A reprise of my crowd-cheering pasta sauce for canning, simple and not too exhausting. And introducing BILLY BUCK, my new novel.
Perfectly acceptable turkey tetrazzini, strategies for leftovers, and going on leave for a few months.
Adventures and misadventures with horses, east and west.
Choosing not to fly commercially, and a return to one of my favorite (and most remote) small towns in America – Branson, Colorado.
I get really annoyed when I buy beef and cook it perfectly and it has no flavor. That’s why we buy almost all our meat products at Wiggins Meat Market in Rockland. Angus! All steer beef! But there’s a hitch: Rte 73 roadwork is discouraging people from buying there…