Whatever that means.
Somehow, the description I scribbled on a slip of paper still hits the mark for me.
So how was yours?
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
Whatever that means.
Somehow, the description I scribbled on a slip of paper still hits the mark for me.
So how was yours?
Bush-Cheney was a recipe for disaster
that then festered
and then look what we got
BUSHMASTER assault rifles
definitely not for hunting, dear
Around here, you know spring has arrived when you see your first boat riding a trailer down the street. An uncovered boat, free of its shrink-wrap or tarp. Behind a battered pickup, of course.
And you can bet yourself that by the end of the day, you’ll have seen a second, if not more.
Who cares if there’s still ice on the lakes?
This place is windy 360 days a year.
The way Yakima was sunny, ten months out of 12.
In fact, there used to be a windmill across the street from my house.
What’s unique about the weather where you live?
Perhaps you know the counsel, “’Eat to Live,’ rather than ‘Live to Eat.’”
Still, a big change has occurred in America in the past half century. While the impact of organized religion has declined, a quest for a rich, even exotic, cuisine has flourished. As I posted a few years ago, dining out became the major fine art form of our time, rather than music, theater, film, or dance. It’s the ethereal experience, the sensual transcendence, that’s the goal – ultimately, subjective rather than objective, heightened by long exposure to the field. Examples? Just look at the restaurant and wine reviews, along with their arcane or cryptic dialect.
Well, that also takes it into the realm of spirituality and religion, too, although that might also temper the feasting with periods of fasting. Maybe all of the limitations that have popped up, usually for health reasons or weight control, fit in here. It has been said that you can’t read the life of Jesus without getting hungry – there’s food or a food event at nearly every turn. (As a rabbi told me, that’s because Jesus was Jewish and in social settings, you always wind up with something to nibble in your hand.)
I’m left wondering how this translates to the home kitchen. Cooking skills, by and large, seem to be less universal than in the past, and time to devote to food preparation usually comes at a premium. Is takeout a kind of sacrificial nod to the food gods?
One thing I will say in all of the transformation. Thank God for the microwave oven.
oh joy, another bluebook
just like college
right in the hope
of catching up
on the other side
of some strangely
gradated stranger
As for the rabbit, Alice?
Keep your eyes on the cocky boy in the oversized coat and top hat
The lucky devil, I think now, as the inevitable third party
Birthdays happen, Covid precautions or not. Please remember to remove the mask before lifting the bubbly to your lips or trying to blow out the candles …