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
As I begin another chapter in the continuing saga of my battle with the food idol, something Jesus said caught my eye: “My Food is to do the will of Him who sent Me and to finish His work.” –John 4: 34 Huh? Food, nourishment, comes from God? Doing His will? This is food? Okay, … More Food. Again. It’s. Food. Again.
There are those of us who skip over the word “gluttony” as if it’s not just as deadly as alcoholism or heroin addiction. We self-righteously claim that those are “worse” problems because “well, we all have to eat.” But we don’t have to eat junk food. We don’t have to use food as entertainment. We … More Fork vs. Mouth: The Continuing Saga
I actually wrote that in my friend’s yearbook. She repeatedly asked me what it meant, and I told her, “nothing.” It does actually mean something, but I had trouble spitting the words out. I thought of all the times in my life that I had to eat something (like liver, yuck!) or I would get … More Eat your eggshells or you won’t get dessert
Yesterday was Mr. Porter‘s first day at his new job, so I thought I would surprise him with dinner. But I made a huge mistake, and I forgot everything I had learned in 6th grade science class. As you know, the only thing I whip up in the kitchen is trouble. But no, this time … More “So would you like me to bring home some Chinese?”
Before we get to the raspberries, I want to talk about a gift in a garbage bag. A published author at a Writing Conference told us, “Whenever I think of something I want to save for later, I write it down on a scrap paper and keep it in a big hefty bag.” She opened … More My neighbor’s raspberries
Daily Prompt: Are you being served? My sister Marge and I were in the booth in the diner, sitting opposite my father. My father ordered a Reuben sandwich, “lightly toasted.” The waitress returned minutes later to serve my father a burnt toast sandwich. “What is this?!” my father yelled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t make it,” … More Once upon a time in a diner
As I approached the Chinese Food booth at the mall food court, a small Asian woman popped towards me with a juicy piece of chicken on a toothpick. “Free Sampo,” she said in broken English. My son and I each grabbed a toothpick, and tasted the surprise treat on a stick. “That’s good!” we agreed. “I would … More Free Sample
I don’t even pretend that I can cook. I give my husband dinner disclaimers before I serve supper: “This meal is not exactly like the recipe said, I didn’t have an ingredient so I substituted another. Oh, and I put in a Tablespoon of salt instead of a teaspoon. I didn’t have my glasses on … More Heard about Cronuts? How about Cuffins?
“A Quick Cup of Coffee” It was during the Great Dating Dry Spell of 1998. I had lost some weight, and other than the trainer at the gym who was twice my age and half my height, I was unable to meet anyone who wasn’t already married. I decided to try the Phone Dating Line. … More My top ten worst dates, starting with #1
It used to be a mill town; the old mills are now condos for the career professionals and unfortunately, the drug dealers. The locals can’t afford to live in those buildings. The church on the corner supplies free meals on Saturday nights. Local churches rotate the duties of cooking, serving meals, and cleaning up. My … More Date Night: Saturday at the “Soup Kitchen” or: Give a Man a Ravioli
Betty came to the USA to visit us for a few weeks, and has returned home to Uganda, to continue her work with widows and orphans. She and her group of helpers cook outdoors, and then distribute the food to those who have none. This is a picture of the workers distributing food from the … More So Betty went back to Uganda
Today’s DAILY PROMPT asks for the state of my year…How fitting as today is my birthday and birthdays do make us look up, look around, and look back. This year has been terrible. I DO try to count my blessings, but it’s been especially difficult. During January, my husband’s employer told him that he needs … More State of my year on my birthday
Last night, Hubby and I went out to buy some groceries. Just a normal evening…. I was telling him about my friend Jane* who is trying to sell her house. During one of the showings, someone left dog poop on the top step, upstairs in the house. How bizarre. I had never heard of such … More A trip to the grocery store
SueAnn Porter 