Many years ago I had a friend from Argentina who introduced me to the Spanish Tortilla, and it was love at first bite. A cousin to the Italian frittata, the Spanish tortilla goes by tortilla de patatas or tortilla española, and always includes potatoes. The frittata is a bit looser on the ingredients; the only must-have is […]

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If there was a jug of Almaden on the table I knew it would be a bad night. She often came home from work and had a glass of wine, or Sherry, but an Almaden night was different. I didn’t always know what had triggered it, and frankly the list of possible transgressions was long. […]

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  • November 30, 2016 - 8:37 am

    Peggy Gilbey McMackin - Well written Nancy.ReplyCancel

    • November 30, 2016 - 8:57 am - Thanks Peggy. It almost wrote itself.ReplyCancel

  • November 30, 2016 - 10:56 am

    Nina - This is really well-written. I could imagine it as I read. I like how you used the Almaden as a symbol of the conflict in their relationship.ReplyCancel

    • November 30, 2016 - 11:01 am - Thanks Nina.ReplyCancel

  • November 30, 2016 - 9:22 pm

    Cyn K - I like how you keep returning to the symbol of the jug of wine.ReplyCancel

  • December 1, 2016 - 6:03 am

    Danielle Dayney - I will echo what others have said. I felt like the jug of wine was a nice way to symbolize what was going on in the kitchen.

    You are quite the story weaver and your words seem effortless here. Good job, Nancy!ReplyCancel

    • December 1, 2016 - 6:48 am - Thanks Danielle, this one has been percolating for a while.ReplyCancel

  • December 1, 2016 - 11:14 am

    Cindy - Love how you tell an entire lifetime story so deftly, one paragraph beautifully flowing to the next as time passes.ReplyCancel

    • December 1, 2016 - 12:47 pm - Cindy, thank you. ReplyCancel

  • December 1, 2016 - 3:05 pm

    Melony Boseley - Nancy, you are so amazing at giving so much information but making it flow into such a small space. I know that feeling of angst and felt it all over again. It must have been a tough life you led during that time.ReplyCancel

    • December 1, 2016 - 3:50 pm - Thanks Melony. As you know, sometimes it flows, sometimes it jerks along… Writing I mean 🙂ReplyCancel

  • December 2, 2016 - 12:37 pm

    theinnerzone - This piece is so well-written and executed. Beautifully done.ReplyCancel

    • December 2, 2016 - 1:20 pm - Thank you!

Everyone has their favorite dish at Thanksgiving, and mine is stuffing. We have a loose leaf binder (our version of a family heirloom) that my sister Connie keeps in her possession; shared when someone else hosts the dinner. I’m happy she’s the one who holds it for us. I believe of the four of us, […]

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Half of the country is traveling today, the rest will travel tomorrow, and a travel log is essential to capture our trips. My brother traveled to Philadelphia Monday so we could drive together to my sister’s today. He likes to visit here. He is inordinately fond of one of my cats, James Bond. My house […]

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  • November 23, 2016 - 3:30 pm

    Melony Boseley - Thanksgiving is all about family and the journey we take every year to get to that moment where you consider what you have and give so much thanks for still being here. Your mom would have been son happy to see you all still honoring that family tradition in whatever way you can. I miss Thanksgiving so much. Always been my favorite holiday, so I hope you have a fantastic day! XoxoReplyCancel

    • November 23, 2016 - 9:09 pm - Melony, Thank you, I think you’re right. She would be.

  • November 24, 2016 - 5:33 am

    Danielle - Nancy, there is so much about this that I love. The description of your childhood Thanksgivings, the way you felt when your mom passed, and that your cat’s name is James Bond!ReplyCancel

    • November 24, 2016 - 7:54 am - Danielle, believe it or not, he already had that name when I got him, and it was such a purr-fect fit I couldn’t change it. Happy Thanksgiving!ReplyCancel

  • November 24, 2016 - 10:16 pm

    Nina - This was my favorite part,”I felt the universe exhale with me; I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath.” What a perfect description of the way it feels to lose someone who is such an important part of your life!ReplyCancel

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