Main Dishes


Ivanka Lavender Top…

Ivanka Lavender Top…


Posted By on Jul 11, 2017

…and “Woodland Venison.” This weekend, I will be participating in the Lavender in the Village festival (I’ll post a link to this below). This is supposedly a GIANT event, meaning a few thousand people attend. I have an Herbes de Provence recipe that uses lavender, so I talked them into letting me have a small information table. I was also fortunate to end up inside, instead of outside in the sweltering heat. I...

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Stinky Cheese…

Stinky Cheese…


Posted By on Sep 18, 2016

…and “Tom the Troll’s Panini” How do you feel about stinky cheese? I can handle Bleu types, Parmesan/Romano types, Swiss types, Feta types, whatever. I CANNOT handle any sort of cheese that comes from a goat. I know it’s all the rage, but I will always avoid any sort of goat cheese (and milk and even meat). Have I tried to acquire a taste for these goaty products? Half-heartedly in the past. Now I’m...

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A Little Lamb…

A Little Lamb…


Posted By on Sep 5, 2016

…and “Bert the Troll’s Kabobs (a.k.a. Mutton and Gravy)” So, when does a tender little lamb become a tough bit of mutton? After it passes its first innocent year, a sheep becomes a teenager, or hogget. Then comes the dreaded toughness of adulthood, and the rather unattractive term mutton, which only refers to the meat derived from the sheep. Though you never call a sheep a mutton, outside of North America, you...

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Second Breakfast…?

Second Breakfast…?


Posted By on Aug 18, 2016

…just “Bilbo’s Special Ham and Eggs for Thorin” You might assume I eat a hearty breakfast, but I can’t handle food very early in the morning. When I was around 10 years old, I gave up drinking milk, but I don’t think I’m lactose-intolerant per se. When my daughters were in school, I bought into the “breakfast is the most important meal of the day” crap, so I generally provided them...

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Doomsday Approacheth…

Doomsday Approacheth…


Posted By on Jun 5, 2016

…and “Bombur’s Pork-Pie” Recently, I had a dream/nightmare wherein our new president was named Donald Trump. For some reason, he was in bed, eating some meat loaf. Why meat loaf? I think somewhere along the line, I had heard a report that his son-in-law had wondered why his father-in-law would even want to be president because of all the work involved. He pictured dad usually sitting on the couch in the...

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