Archive for November, 2010
November 29, 2010
Tags: anise, black licorice, Christmas cookies, Molly Hashimoto, springerli
It finally happened: After ten years, my springerli is a success. I was missing an ingredient, the same one apparently that my mother missed for, I don’t know, 45 years. There’s a deep psychological truth in there but I don’t know that I have the energy to go looking for it. Maybe it will surface Read the Rest…
November 26, 2010
Tags: bazaar, Dibble House, fudge, handmade
I love yard sales but when the weather turns wet, some of us yard sailors go through a dry period that is refreshed only by the appearance of holiday bazaars in the middle of November. When my British friends read about the U.S. and our stupid, interminable election brouhahas, or when they hear a quote Read the Rest…
November 23, 2010
Tags: Cats, Elinor Wylie, hot water bottle, snow
How are we all doing? When it gets like this, I can’t decide if I feel like watching Dr. Zhivago or Body Heat. In any case, I’ve had a quiet 20 hours without phone, TV or internet connection. Since I got rid of TV cable a month ago–by choice—I rather expected to still be without Read the Rest…
November 21, 2010
Tags: celery almondine, martyr, refrigerator rolls, Thanksgiving dinner
When I was growing up, my mother was a force majeure at the dinner table and nowhere was that more evident than at Thanksgiving. She created a huge meal for the immediate family, supplemented by people pulled in from the highways and byways, members of the church, and occasionally, some of my father’s cousins. She Read the Rest…
November 18, 2010
Tags: Armistead Maupin, Girl Scouts, San Francisco
Make new friends, but keep the old; one is silver and the other gold. Do you remember singing that song in grade school or in Girls Scouts? Pigtailed little girls holding hands in a circle, ensconced in a swirl of harmonies. I, for one, didn’t know what the hell the song was about. I still Read the Rest…
November 11, 2010
Tags: enlightenment, spook house, standard time, the shadow, unconscious
The first week after we all “fall back” is always hard for me even though I love the morning light because I get up early. Just wait until we “spring forward.” If I am still writing this blog (and I hope to be), you will never hear such ferocious whining as I will do in Read the Rest…
November 3, 2010
Tags: chiropractor, Congress, Ukrainian wheat charm
My Ukrainian wheat charm is about to fall off my car’s rear view mirror. On the day after the 2010 elections, even its precarious dangle is welcome. This charm has power to make stuck joints glide, to soothe pain and to turn a pessimist inside out. Here is how it came into my possession: I Read the Rest…