“I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!” My Mother loved ice cream. Of course, living in South Texas with the unbearable, unrelenting heat, who wouldn’t? But for her, a member of the post-War generation, the sudden ready availability and popularity… Read More
I never paid much attention to grocery shopping when I was a kid, mainly because we ate out or ordered in a lot and, when my mother did grocery shop, it was an expedient experience. But that was a very long time ago. These… Read More
Mise en place: a French phrase meaning “everything in its place.” As any competent cook knows, it also describes a time-honored culinary technique. Sounds fancy, but really, it isn’t; it is just common sense. In the kitchen, or anywhere else, you should know what… Read More
There are three things I have always loved about Texas, and which I sorely missed during the 40 or so years I lived out-of-state: 1) the endless, cloudless perfect blue sky; 2) the bluebonnets that blanket the highways and byways during the early spring; and… Read More
the narrative thread 