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Blueberry Season: Time for Muffins
As you may have heard, it’s Blueberry Season. To celebrate, I’ll be posting blueberry recipes all week. What better way to start than blueberry muffins?
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Blueberry Season
It’s blueberry season here in New England, and whether you pick your own as I do, or pick them up at local farm stands or super markets, it’s a shame to let the season slide by without making full use of this delicious treat.
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Clam Cakes
I’ve been on a clam cake kick lately, ordering clam cakes anytime I see them on a menu, no matter what I had intended to order when I first walked through the door. If they have clam cakes, that’s what I’m having.
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Beer Bottle Bonanza
My father was never much of a drinker. In fact, unless we had company coming we never usually even had alcohol in the house. But during the summertime when we would get word that the aunts, uncles, and grandparents were going to be making their annual pilgrimage down from Cohoes, NY to visit us, my father would go out to…
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The Last Waft (1987)
That Cat Food Smell: I wonder why it is that you can dab perfume liberally over the various pulse points on your body and be unable to detect even a trace of the scent within a few minutes, but accidentally get one drop of cat food juice on your fingers
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A Collector of Rare Items
A collector of rare items. That’s what my father used to call me. It sounds so much nicer than pack rat. But I suppose a rose by any other name collects junk all the same. Lest you think this puts me in the same league as those weird eccentrics whom you read about in the paper whose homes are packed…
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No Name Pasta and Veg Recipe
No name for this. It’s just something I made up as I went along last night and loved it so much I made it again for supper tonight, so I thought I would share the recipe, such as it is. It’s really quick and easy since the veggies cook while the pasta is cooking … 7 or 8 minutes total.
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My Father
Father’s Day 1987 He always wanted us to call him Dad, but somehow we never did. When we were young it was Pa, (don’t ask me why. I’m really not sure). Then the year that I was sixteen Yogi Bear hit the big time and we used to watch it together. Before long we were all saying, “Hey, Boo-Boo” to…
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Foodies
In my family it is said only half jokingly that if we aren’t actually eating or cooking, we are talking about food. Even the youngest of the infamous “Cousins” have taken an active interest in the process. My nephew Chris at around 6-years old once explained to someone, “We’re a family of foodies.” Seriously.
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Spring May Be Coming
It is early morning here in Cumberland, RI and although the thermometer reads 19 degrees, a glance around the yard gives me hope that spring may be coming. For one thing, for the first time in more than a month my back steps are totally clear of ice and snow. I had shoveled them several times but gave up when…
