Leaving New Mexico… not as easy as it could’ve been. And some thoughts on those who leave us. Simple advice: don’t stay too long at the fair.
Recalling humongus 1950s breakfasts, thoughts on food insecurity in Maine, and a terrific “fuggedaboutit” focaccia with rosemary baking recipe.
Is Maine secession a possibility? As in, joining Canada? Fun to play with the idea… also a collective child’s memory of Christmas from the 1950s… (repost)
Great gluten-free cookies! And a pretty Grinch-worthy good-bye this year to Christmas as we know and love it.
Baked baby Brussels sprouts made easy and tasty. Also, introducing Mussel Ridge Market in Spruce Head, and some random bits of insight and humor.
It takes balls to do the holidays in style. Bourbon balls, that is. Also, happy to say my novels are all now in the Rockland Public Library – thanks, Amy Levine!
Glorious Spam, Velveeta, Tater Tots, White Castle sliders! Sometimes I’m overcome with a powerful urge to eat the way much of America eats – just not too often. So today we binge-shopped at Hannaford…
A quick look at quantum entanglement, as un-geeky as I can make it, and how life in Maine seems to reflect – and refract – similar concepts and effects. I finally got tired of canning enough to write this…
In which I remind you there are sometimes good causes just to nod and smile. Monomouths are rare, but daunting.
Great pasta sauce for canning, if you don’t mind a little bit of cheating. This is mostly a repost, which, of course, is a kind of cheating. It’s been that kind of summer…