I've written about my "dont' eat and drive" fruitcake, and Grandma's poppyseed bread. Those are my favorite holiday baking extravaganzas; when I pull out all the stops. But much of my time in the kitchen is spent with mundane items, boiling water for tea, making coffee, or feeding the pets. Truthfully there is an important …
Eat, Drink, and be Happy…or else
Very little can solve or create problems like food. While doing fieldwork once, I was able to bond with an informant's family over food. Grandmother wanted me to sample her rice and beans. We spent an hour comparing how her family made it with how my family did. In the meantime, I had a second …
Potato Pancakes
The culinary style of the Carreras household while I was growing up was a blend of Continental Spanish, Caribean Spanish, German, Hungarian, and American. Oh, and then there were the weekend visits at my Uncle Joe and Aunt Lee's house, which was Italian. I like to describe it as growing up a New Yorker.But one …
Fishy
My buddy from my Navy days was a petty officer named Mahan. Mahan's wife, Stella, is the story's focus- and I'd better let you know at the beginning that Stella is a mermaid - elegant tail and all.* Neither family was thrilled with the match. The Mahans wished Walt had married an Irish Shidhe, one …
Flashback Friday: Pilot Biscuits
My father once told me that it was a pilot biscuit that he'd give me when I was teething, to my mother's dismay. Mom was afraid I choke on them.
Ummmmmm! Good!
You can hide a lot behind carefully chosen words.

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