Category: Cooking, Kitchen and Table

Copper Pots and Dad

Posted July 17th, 2016
Copper Pots and Dad

Dinner time in Cleveland Heights was always a well-orchestrated event. Ma had dinner well in process by the time Dad arrived. My sister and I set the table. After dinner, while my mother wrangled my brother into bath and bed, my father washed the dishes, which is to say he washed and P and I…

Paying to Eat

Posted August 22nd, 2015
Paying to Eat

The grocery store was the second-to-last stop. We had picked up a prescription at Walmart, had dinner at Lin’s Hibachi Grill and were headed to Bomboy’s for ice cream. A normal group of errands on a normal summer Friday evening. My Dear One said there was a worthy one-day sale on meats. Whole chickens were…

Our Friend Vince

Posted July 1st, 2015
Our Friend Vince

Our grill is no less used that the stove. It produces a perfect roast chicken and keeps the smell of onions out of the house. When red peppers are cheap, we blister a few dozen over the flame and freeze them in olive oil for whenever we need them. And, of course, it does an…

Šeima Means Family 1: The Family We Choose

Posted April 25th, 2015
Šeima Means Family 1: The Family We Choose

We reached out to Audrius about fifteen years ago as we jumped into the quagmire that is the genealogy of Lithuanian immigrants to the United States. He shares a surname with my Dear One and a rather random Internet search turned him up in Kaunas. We grasped at that straw; it was an article of…

In Flanders’ Cities 2: The Kitchen

Posted April 11th, 2015
In Flanders’ Cities 2: The Kitchen

I do not understand why one wouldn’t want to cook while on vacation. Everything tastes better in Europe. The eggs are eggier, the butter more buttery and the vegetables, breads and meats so much more dense with flavor. There is a shop a few meters off St. Catherine Place that has a magnificent display of…

The Christmas Letter – 2014

Posted December 13th, 2014
The Christmas Letter - 2014

Mercy me—is the year almost ended? 2014 gave us adventure, romance, challenges and sorrow. Suspended as I am among so many feelings, none has gravity sufficient to pull me close. What consumes me now are the tasks ahead from collecting the turkey from Rumbleway Farm where our bird spent the best part of a year…

Down to New England 2: The Lobster Roll Project

Posted June 24th, 2014
Down to New England 2: The Lobster Roll Project

Yankees like me favor lobstuh; Chesapeake Bay locals–My Dear One for instance–prefer blue crab. We both love a seafood sandwich and on this trip north we dedicated lunchtime to finding a truly superior lobster roll. A search for “best lobster rolls in Maine” produces countless results, among them a list of seventeen places, arranged in…

The Eternal City 4: “The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men”

Posted April 24th, 2014
The Eternal City 4: “The best-laid schemes o’ mice an' men”

The Scottish poet Robert Burns (1759-96) was commiserating with a tiny rodent whose world has been discombobulated by human activity in his poem To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough (1785) and left posterity with this wonderful verse that has since become cliché. But, Mousie, thou art no thy…

The Eternal City 3: Casa Nostra in Trastevere

Posted April 22nd, 2014
The Eternal City 3: Casa Nostra in Trastevere

When in Rome, we say, live in Trastevere. It is the quiet place—except perhaps around the fountain in the Piazza di Santa Maria in Trastevere when the young folk are socializing or perhaps along via della Lungaretta, the blocks between busy viale di Trastevere and the aforementioned piazza. Trastevere—that place “across the Tiber”—has its own…

The Eternal City 1: Ice Cream and Artichokes

Posted April 17th, 2014
The Eternal City 1: Ice Cream and Artichokes

Gelato and carciofi. These are the reasons to go to Rome. On day one, having failed to gain entrance to the Casino dell’Aurore (see a later post) we found ourselves descending from the Quirinale Palace toward the Trevi Fountain. This is familiar territory, the home neighborhood of our 2001 visit. We headed straight for San…