Some thoughts on a hygge-filled Thanksgiving, and a couple of games to play if things get, you know, kind of slow.
Snippets of memories from Boston’s ultra-exclusive Somerset Club, and another shameless promotion of one of my favorites, Welsh Rarebit.
A bit of weirdness on a PBS shoot with Mike Farrell of M*A*S*H, and a bit of wacky accidental comedy as a refresher. Mike Farrell = Class Act, amazing guy.
Ciao, Sicily (hello and good-bye)! Our trip to Trapani, and the best way to make chicken parmesan (or parmigiana). Abondanza!
Cat stuff, pretty random. We’ll return to the human condition next time.
I propel myself into uncharted territory – vegan cuisine – for the first time with vegan poblano lasagna. Tasty stuff!
Here’s a great recipe for tomato pasta sauce, but of course in the summer of 2017 who has tomatoes? Maybe, unlike my wife and I, you do.
Table scraps are “orts” in the crossword world. Most of us hope never to see the word again. Also, Medicare folks can save tons on prescription drugs with a simple phone call. And a brief foray into foods I’ve never heard of…
Back in 1965, I organized a day-long treasure hunt around Martha’s Vineyard for a bunch of teenagers who were the children of Washington’s “Best and Brightest” in the Kennedy and Johnson administrations. It’s a miracle we didn’t all end up in jail…
A wonderful, rich baked scallop recipe, and Margaret recalls the late Cecil Caine at his most ornery.