Pies & Tarts


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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When I was researching my original cookbook, I discovered that your basic traditional mincemeat pie was (of course, duh) made partially of meat. It usually had large amounts of beef suet as well, which was something I had usually relegated to bird feeders. I came across a recipe and made some modifications, which really means I omitted the meat and suet. However, the amount of alcohol in the filling made the whole thing—to be...

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In general, I 🙂 the new Facebook emoji.  My newspaper ran this cartoon, however, and I think it really does represent what perhaps many of us would 🙂 to see as emoji: For years, I’ve had a love/hate relationship with Facebook. Lately, it’s been mostly frustration. It seems it has become the place where relatively interesting people go to become boring. I have a fairly wide range of friend-types, and each subset represents...

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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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When my girls were little, we’d do the obligatory dying of the dozen eggs, then Bob would hide them all in the yard for Easter. One child found her six eggs quickly; the other found the event extremely frustrating. She was usually relieved when the other took charge and found them all. Both loved eating the eggs once they were deviled, of course. Each one got a relatively small Easter basket filled with fun miniature chocolates....

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When Bob and I were dating back in 1986, I invited him over to my parent’s house for a home-cooked Thanksgiving meal.  Little did he know, having only known me for around four months, that I liked to experiment with bizarre menus, especially at holiday times.  So I planned a Chinese-themed dinner for that particular Thanksgiving.  My sister remembers my homemade eggrolls fell apart in the pot I was using as a deep-fryer.  The...

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