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It’s the day before Thanksgiving and most of us have planned our menu and done the necessary shopping, or decided which dishes we’d prepare to… Continue reading
At a recent luncheon with friends, the conversation turned to “things I wish I’d done differently.” This was triggered primarily by one woman’s lament that she’d waited far too long to take up painting, which is now her passion and which absorbs hours of her time every day.
Did fall come sneaking around the corner far too fast and with little warning? It seems to me that one day we were running around in shorts and T-shirts, hearing talk of record temperatures in a few spots. The very next day, we’re shivering in our sweatshirts and searching for those heavy sweaters we tucked away only a couple of weeks ago.
Every year, at about this time, you can expect the inevitable zucchini column. For reasons unclear to me, I always feel compelled to write about the many possible uses for the excess zucchini that is typically part of the bounty of late summer/early fall.
If I were to ask you what you consider to be the most important job in the country, what would you answer? President? CEO of any of our huge major industries? Secretary of State, or Treasury? The general in charge of our everlasting war in Iraq?
The first time I went to Vienna, more than 20 years ago, I went with my stepdaughter, who lives there, to a local market to do her daily shopping. At that time, there were no “supermarkets,” such as Safeway, Albertson’s, PayLess, etc., and most women, working or not, stopped in at local shops for foodstuffs on a daily basis.
When the weather cooperates, there is nothing more fun than a small county fair.I’ve been going to one or another ever since I can remember,… Continue reading
It gets harder and harder to find good news these days. From e-coli outbreaks, bear attacks, murder trials, food and fuel prices, to a freak fatal stabbing of an American tourist in Beijing just after the uplifting opening of the Olympic Games, I can find little to be joyful about as I scan the newspapers or listen to television newscasts.
One of our neighbors was chatting over the back fence about friends who were coming for dinner. She was trying to come up with a menu, which surprised me because she’s an excellent cook and I figured she’d have dozens of possibilities. Not so, because, as she went on to explain, the husband of the couple who were coming that evening was one of those tiresome folk who have a list longer than your arm of “I don’t eat that; I don’t like that; I never touch things like that.”
What’s in your bucket ?
“Everything is late this year.”
One thing I’ve learned over the years of writing this column is that I never know where my words might end up. I’ve been contacted… Continue reading