Go to your favorite restaurant on a Saturday night. Have the Hostess tell you, “Follow me” but then get distracted before she points you to your table, walks away, and disappears. You then pick a table at random. After ten minutes, hunt down a waiter to ask “Who is waiting on this table?” He doesn’t … More A Low-cal dinner idea
Mr. Porter wanted lasagna so we went into this little Italian joint down by the lake. The decor has not been changed in decades, as evidenced by the stale smoke that hung in the air since 1972. A middle aged man played muzak on a portable organ-like keyboard and occasionally inserted lyrics into the microphone. … More Life is like lasagna
Yes, we took another quick trip to Bolton Landing Saturday. We arrived at 4:45, parked the car and walked to the beach. We got into the water and splashed around for 10 minutes before the lifeguard yelled, “It’s 5 o’clock. The lifeguard is going off duty. Everyone out of the water. Swimming after 5 o’clock … More Marble Rye and the Sandstorm
Yes, it’s yum-yum-yummy! My son made this with cauliflower instead of wheat. Here’s the recipe: Ingredients 1 head cauliflower, riced (blender) 1/2 cup shredded mozzarella 1/4 cup grated Parmesan 1/2 teaspoon dried oregano 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt 1/4 teaspoon garlic powder 2 eggs, lightly beaten Preheat oven to 400*F. use parchment Rice cauliflower; boil for … More Dough-free Pizza
Mr. Porter’s garden has been most successful this year; we have herds of eggplant, peppers and beans. I love eggplant parm as much as the next person, but all those tasty bread crumbs which usually accompany eggplant–well they have a lot of carbs. So I figured, I would wrap up the eggplant inside some lasagna (made … More Eggplant Lasagna
We, of the Brady Bunch Generation, had Mood Rings, and Pet Rocks and Chai Pets. (Yes, yes, platform shoes, but that’s for another day.) If you are a child of the 1970’s, you probably remember watching these commercials ad nauseam. In a country where millions of dollars are spent to get rid of “ugly” … More Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia! They’re not just pets anymore, or How I lost 9 pounds.
Only my cousin Johnny could get away with heckling the officiant at his mother’s funeral. We were all at the grave site where her ashes were to be buried, and several people took turns saying a few words about my aunt: how she always had a smile and a kind word, and even when she … More The Speakin’ Deacon