Humor

"Top Chef" Meets Google

 My husband eyes the overstuffed bags of groceries in the back of the car and starts hauling them in. “I know why you got so much food,” he said. “Our son is coming home.”  “Yeah, and I now I am competing with Google”, I replied.   Most kids away from home and out in the business world are nostalgic for their mom’s home cooking…

Turkey Rings- Another Adventure in Publishing

My publisher and editor, Jan Pogue posted this funny sneak preview of Star Child in her Vineyard Stories site. I got a real chuckle out of it and began musing about whether the "turkey rings", which looked like body piercings on the book jacket, should also have jewels on them.  Jan, as you can see from her writing is a very resourceful member of the team.  Enjoy... I want t…

Wally-World

He looks like a little fluff muffin, but his fuzzy-around-the-edges demeanor belies an independent spirit and a soulfulness you can see in his dark liquid eyes. Wally, a half Maltese and half poodle with an almost all white coat came to be a part of our family just a year ago. A younger friend who is still in the whirlwind of  little league, carpools and school meetings as she raises …

Ode to Chocolate

I was reading a food reference book just the other day to see if I could find any proof that chocolate is an aphrodisiac. Next to me sat a bag of chocolate chips from which I was popping an occasional single chip for inspiration. I came across this line about chocolate that said, "The Aztec ruler, Montezuma, so believed that chocolate was an aphrodisiac, that he purportedly drank 50 golden…

Capacity

Everytime I think about going to NYC and what fun it is to eat there, I think of my husband Buck's Uncle Chet. I wrote this about him many years ago and I still smile when I read it. Enjoy!             The line at the Carnegie Deli is already threatening to block the sidewalk, and it is early yet for the Saturday crowd. Aunt Blanche and Uncle …

You Can't See the Pattern While the Shuttle Flies

“You can’t see the pattern while the shuttle flies.” I have heard my mother, Dolores Parrish Gurley, say this many times in recent years-usually when she is in a philosophical mood, a quiet time of reflection, or when she is reassuring a younger friend or family member.  At 90, we are all younger than she. The quote originated with my grandmother Lena Cashion Gurle…

Pie-Judging

It was in the far corner of the Old Agricultural Exhibition Hall that I had my epiphany. Stacked on long tables and rising above them on makeshift shelves rested rows of homemade pies, jams, cakes, and pickles. But it was the pies I wanted to linger over, smell, and taste. It was all I could do to keep from snitching a small piece of crust as I stood longingly in front of them. I knew then…

Gluttony Night: The Problem with More

We had just begun the second leg of a two day journey- the trek northward with dog, bikes, supplies and a few gourmet treasures for a New England vacation. The decision to stop in Reading, Pa was practical. It was about halfway to our destination and an early morning start would get us to the ferry by mid-afternoon. I was just getting back into the rhythm of the road when I saw the billboa…

Food Follies...becoming an All-Star Mom

“Don’t use food to wield power or bribe your children.” Printed in big black letters inside a block of lime green, the words seemed to leap off the page at me. I was reading one of those parent magazines they leave in the waiting room of pediatricians’ offices to make you feel inadequate and guilty. You know the ones. They keep you motivated during the day and awake…

Feeding Frenzy

It was happening again. I felt my heart rate accelerating, the muscles in the back of my neck tightening and my voice getting short and breathless. I took a few deep calming breathes and reminded myself to relax. "There's plenty for everyone," I repeated again and again, a calming mantra. I am beginning to think that the latest wave of food stores and restaurants are designed not to make …