Category Archives: making peace with food If I love you, I will pour my heart into making you wonderful meals. It will be my mission to find out your favorite things, and how you like them made, I will catalog your likes and dislikes, so you will never be confronted with something that might offend you. I will be your culinary […]  One night while shopping for a salmon dinner I had an interesting encounter. I was living in Stamford, New York; a small village in Delaware County. I had a diner there called The Hungry Moon. It was a small diner, in what I already mentioned was a small town. There was one bank, one grocery […]  I hate watching re-runs on TV, but when it comes to food, I often indulge in restaurant re-runs. When I go out to restaurants and find something I really like, I am often torn— do I have it again, knowing that I just love it, and know I will enjoy every bite, or do I […]  You’ve seen her before, I call her Marilyn of Willendorf, which may be too obscure, but you can do a little Google searching if you’re curious, and on a bad day, this is how I see my body. Though I do have arms, hands, and feet… This is the second post about my body, and […]  The term salad days has nothing to do with weather, or season, but I think it should. Salad days seems as least as good a description of oppressive heat as Dog Days of Summer, and right now these days feel about as salad-y as any. Like most of the country, it’s way too hot […] |
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