Mind. Death Star-Blown.

My father was not outwardly a “fan” of much popular culture. But my father loved Star Trek, the original series. When I was growing up in the mid-to-late 1970’s, it had already been cancelled and shuttled off to syndication, and one of the local Los Angeles television stations ran it on both Saturday and Sunday ...

Winter Solstice Anise Cookies

Today is Winter Solstice, the first day of Winter, and the shortest day of the year. From here on out, the days will slowly get longer, with a bit more sunlight each day, until Spring Equinox, when the sun will chase Winter away at last. It’s been wintry here for a few weeks now, though. We’ve ...

Saturday Evening Pasta: Shrimp Stir-Fry with Pumpkin Noodles

At this time of year, it’s always tempting to run just one more errand, stop at just one more store to find just one more little gift or decoration. But today was a snowy day, best spent at home off of the roads. It was a pajama day, a perfect day to focus on home ...

PSA: Cuisinart Food Processor Blade Recall

Just in time for the holidays, and all that extra use your food processor was going to get, Cuisinart has issued a voluntary recall of a specific type of processor blade that will affect millions of cooks. I checked mine, and indeed, it’s on the list, so until I receive my replacement blade, my food ...

Comfort Food Sunday: KISS Edition

Nope, sorry, not that KISS. Now that I am focusing my attention on the holiday tomfoolery here in the house, sometimes dinner is somewhat informal. The desire to deck our halls and follow our passions often results in The Boy hungry, well, always, me hungry in the early evening because I forgot to have a snack, and The Husband ...

Saturday Evening Pasta: Carbonara

Now that the thought of food does not turn my stomach inside out, and I can consume more than three bites and three sips at a time, I can get back to cooking. There has been some bacon in the fridge for a while, and allowing bacon to go bad and be thrown away is ...

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“What food my lips have touched, and where, and why”

(With deepest apologies to Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1892 – 1950  “What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII)” Honestly, go read the poem. I probably should be tarred and feathered for this. Forgive me, I’ve been ill.) What food my lips have touched, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what ...

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