PEPPERCORN
GARLIC
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
PEPPERCORN
GARLIC
grass / shoe / potato
Rabbit Rocket Sprints
Look, don’t make me elaborate. Here are a few, in no particular order.
Your turn! Lay it on!
spontaneously
brilliant
bare bones
ignition un-
impossible
This was going to be about squirrels, my nemesis in Dover, but now I’m thinking of Bullwinkle and his kin.
After all, I am living on Moose Island, not that I’ve seen any in town yet. But then I’m not seeing many squirrels here, either. Instead, it’s mostly deer.
Now, for the star of today’s show.
Maine’s freshly harvested spuds make the world’s most glorious mashed potatoes. Skins and all.
Those of you in the Pacific Northwest may weigh in to the contrary. Not that I really expect you to.

What is the magical connection of deep red wine and dark chocolate? Or of steak and ripe red tomatoes?
In my relocation, I’ve often been on my own. And that means fully recognizing my tastes in food, rather than relying on my wife’s memory of what delights me.
Let’s go.
What would you add? Or maybe subtract?