Who knows what we'll do or where we'll be next
Sometime during the end of summer, Sherry spent an industrious afternoon picking fruit from our strawberry tree. If you haven’t heard of strawberries growing on trees, we are not far ahead of you. We hadn’t either until we purchased our home, where two mature specimens adorned our back yard. The tree grows to the size …
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Every cook has horror stories; I have my own fair share and two of them are related to Thanksgiving. Some years ago, I was attending a Thanksgiving dinner with some friends and their extended family, including their elderly grandmother. I decided to contribute a pumpkin pie. Image by Element5 Digital from Pixabay The pie baked …
This is the story of the day Sherry and I bought three paintings we didn't need and didn't even want. And yet, we got our money’s worth. If you've traveled tourist destinations in developing countries, you are all too familiar with vendors selling various trinkets, clothing and cold drinks. Their demeanor can range from very …
Many years ago, I decided to throw a little dinner party for some friends on the weekend before Thanksgiving. I went out to get the groceries and returned home to be greeted by my son, then 7 years old. As with most growing boys, he had a keen interest in food. He eagerly assisted me …
In the past two weeks, a mysterious series of burglaries in our own back yard has left us perplexed. It began with one of my pool shoes. Then a pair of Sherry's garden clogs. The last straw was one of my expensive leather Ecco sandals. Our patio footwear was disappearing at an astonishing rate. We …
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When I was 14 years old, my family relocated from a rural enclave in Connecticut to an even more remote region in the great state of Maine. My siblings and I were a bit dubious about this move, but our parents promised it would be an adventure. We'd have our own 100-acre farm, high on …
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Around this time six years ago, I found myself out in the cold on a street corner in Mountain View, California. But I was having so much fun, I really didn't notice the time or the weather. I was busking (playing guitar and singing) with Sherry. We started at sometime around 10 p.m. and went …
The days are shorter and colder; winter is upon us, but we wanted one last summer-time meal before we officially kick off the holiday season. Also, I had this brand new, pre-seasoned Lodge grill just waiting for a workout. I had visions of homemade salmon burgers on homemade sesame buns, dripping with tartar sauce. So, …
“What are you looking at?” I inquire, innocently, of my very preoccupied wife as she squints at her phone. “Poop,” she says. “OK, then,” I reply. If we had had that conversation at the beginning of the year, I might well have been shocked. Now, it seems quite routine. The hills behind our new home. …
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