It’s my earliest taste memory: Climbing our white peach tree to pick a dead-ripe sun-hot fruit. Biting into its flesh, I’d savor its succulence as the warm juices dribbled down my chin. Th
“…I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.”From Tennessee Williams’ play, A Streetcar Named Desire My circumstances and those culminating in those final words of A
On Memorial Day, I was once again heading to Brooklyn by myself. But this time I was driving our full-sized van, overflowing with camping gear. I’d spend some time with my grandson, daughter and
Many years ago, I bought sea scallops. It was a cool day. I came home directly from the store and refrigerated them, but when I opened the bag to start cooking, a nauseating smell hit my nostrils. Eve
I’ve heard it over and over: People in the hottest places on the planet eat spicy-hot foods is because it makes them feel cooler. Really? For me, eating spicy-hot food on the high temperature/hu
I start anticipating them each year as winter melts into spring: Springfield’s farmers markets. It’s not just because of the local produce and products I can buy, although that’s a b
It’s performance art. It’s more than a little quirky. It’s fun but also somewhat disconcerting – something that makes you think. And, above all, it’s delicious. It’
They’re tiny, oh-so-sophisticated, and utterly delicious: In other words, the perfect ending to a meal or a day of homage to mothers. When I first made petit fours (the name comes from the Frenc
“[Do] you really love it?” asked Miss Patty. “Girls nowadays indulge in such exaggerated statements that one never can tell what they do mean. In my young days, a girl did not say sh
Fresh artichokes aren’t local, even though recently cultivars have been developed for home gardeners outside the Mediterranean-type climate that’s their natural habitat (my attempts at art