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 won’t be preparing or sampling any...
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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 grown up enough to proclaim, “I AM DONE.”...
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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 can call a sheep a hogget. The farmer in the movie Babe is named Arthur...
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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 with a modest morning meal right up through high school. I also ate...
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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 evening, eating something pedestrian like meat loaf....
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…at least, the recipe that was assigned to her in my Middle-earth cookbook. Callista originally wanted a particular lemon cake assigned as her favorite, but my late mother ended up with it. These rich little salmon treats are a close second, however. I’m sharing these in honor of her birthday month, the merry month of May. Before I revised my cookbook, I had a chapter called “Tea-Time.” In The Hobbit, the...
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