Sweeties


Our current administration is barely three months old, yet it feels like three years. Dog years. Recently, we’ve had the employees of a major airline beat up an elderly passenger. We’ve had a feckless and reckless attack on Syria. We’ve had a press secretary deny the Holocaust. What else? Too numerous to itemize. I have liked the convenience of scheduling my posts, sometimes two-three weeks in advance; it depends....

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On November 9, my husband told me my face had the same expression it had when my parents died. So, it’s been about a month since the election and my gazillion new Facebook friends from the “secret” Pantsuit Nation are still in mourning. Many still have this photo of Lady Liberty weeping instead of a personal one. All their panties have been in an uproar and now my feed is filled with indignant shares of questionable...

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I finally got around to watching the Fox Network’s remake of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Everyone was fantastically talented in this production; however, I didn’t care for it much. It simply seemed like a sophisticated high school production made by the stars of Glee. Again; don’t get me wrong, everyone sang and danced well, and everyone was attractive. I think that was a large part of the problem. I’ve...

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After a frenetic binge-watch of Breaking Bad (only my second viewing) and after seeing most of Malcolm in the Middle, I’m convinced that Bryan Cranston is the man I’ve seen most often in his underwear, with the exception of two other men. So—Cranston ranks number three. Of course, my husband is the number one wearer of underwear in front of me. Number two was my father. He was of the boxer variety (Bob and Bryan...

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My mom occasionally liked to see films at our local art cinema, The Guild. One day she took us to see And Now For Something Completely Different, starring a band of relatively obscure Brits collectively known as Monty Python’s Flying Circus. I was ten and my sister was seven. It was 1972—why wasn’t she taking us to see some Disney film, like Napoleon and Samantha? Thank goodness she didn’t. In the end, my mom...

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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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