This Thanksgiving week I missed my mother more than usual.  I know what “kicked” it off.  My daughter, Lindsay went to Disney World with her Dad and his family.  She sent me a text message from Epcot “I am eating in Mimi’s Italian restaurant in Epcot”.  Suddenly my eyes filled with tears at a long ago memory……. My mother...

Thanksgiving has come a long way from that first feast of November 1621.  The original Thanksgiving was a celebration of the first successful corn harvest for the colonists of Plymouth.  A feast that would not have been possible had the Native Americans not taught the colonists how to cultivate corn.  Back then growing a sufficient amount of food to survive was...

Today we spent our second day in Santa Fe taking in the art, culture and cuisine of the area. In today’s fast and cheap economy it is a rare treat to spend time in a city with much focus on the old ways and support for a local artisan community. We started the morning by returning to Oleaceae ...

We arrived in Raleigh late yesterday afternoon and drove a couple of hours North to the Blue Ridge Mountains along the New River to our friends cabin. In an instant I was taken back to my Southern youth. The sounds, sights and smells of the South are unmistakeable. Sitting on the porch in the evening the moisture starts to build as the sun drops down below the...

Another busy afternoon in the kitchen.  After a morning of cleaning up computer files and sorting things for the upcoming garage sale, cooking seemed like a good break.  John wanted something light for dinner – soup and salads.  At first thought that seems like it wouldn’t take too much time to put together.  Not so, not so.  One of John’s...

I just found this post from my blog back in 2007.  I made these yummy breakfast buns last weekend for the first time in 4 years.  Why did I wait so long.  You should try them this weekend.   From March 2007 This morning I made homemade cinnamon buns. I was thinking this was going to be a lot of trouble as yeast breads usually are. I was surprised. I got the...

I love peaches. Not the one’s you get in the grocery store. The peaches you buy at a roadside farm stand or at the farmer’s market. If you leave in Colorado, its a Western slope/Palisade peach that’s the one I am talking about. If you leave in Georgia or South Carolina, I imagine they are similar. I was riding home the other night when this story...