The petite woman knocking gently on the door of ER bay 17 last Wednesday opened it slightly and poked her head through. “May I come in?” she said softly. Everyone else had rapped loudly and bustled in and out. I nodded and moved to make room for her near the gurney where my father lay….
Category: Condiments
Housekeeping
Time to tidy up around here. I’ve got some disparate thoughts, photos, and experiences to collate and/or discard. Thank you to The Minimalists. Your philosophies are slowly affecting every aspect of my life. ♦ ♦ ♦ Happy birthday, little blog. Cookbook Wall turned three years old last week. If you’re a regular reader, thanks for…
Dinner on the Deck (Pimm’s Cup, Roasted Grape Tomatoes, Honey-Walnut Goat Cheese, Raspberry-Ricotta Cake)
I like people who are adventurous eaters, who don’t mind being guinea pigs for new recipes, and who don’t question a cook who asks them to bring a half pound of roast beef to dinner (sliced on the one, in deli speak). That makes S and J some of my favorite hominids on the planet,…
Clint’s Mustard
25-Across: I got that one right. Our ailing Lhasa Apso had a vet appointment on Friday morning. I slept poorly the night before, finally falling into a chasm of vivid dreams just before dawn. I awoke with only a little time to brush teeth and dress before Macy and I had to leave the house….
