We peer into a giant pot hole on the road. It is murky with layered colors of decaying nature and shreds of environmental shambles like tainted oil and concrete chunks. …
Whistle Pig Heist | Swiss Chard Salad
“What say?” I said. “A whistle pig,” said Dalton, “I believe that is what we have here.” Ah yes, the whistle pig, related to the bull mouse of yore. My …
Skirt Score | Nacho Fabulous
For heaven’s sake, it’s those things a mother insists upon that can make a life. “I made shorts with an elastic waistband in a six weeks sewing class while in …
Savior Fare | Homemade Mayo
A new but persistent pain in my hip woke me with a start. I believe the sensation to be rheumatiz a word we used as children when we ambled …
Pabulum Protagonist | Potatoes with Poppy Seeds
If I was a character in a dystopian novel, I would pack my spade and run down Highway 7 to Leipers Creek Road. The protagonist lives there and she …
Farm and Restaurant Are Friends | Frolicking Salad
A good frolic, for me, usually involves surveillance of two or more things that on the first glance seem unrelated, but after woolgathering reveal a magnetic pull towards one another. …
Dalton on Duty | Minute Steaks
When I met my husband, he was a green young lawyer with a bright young brain. He possessed an uncommon dignity. Newly unencumbered, he was free from a full leg …
Revelations in Tapping | Mexican Hummus
With a self imposed sense of discovery for the new year, I mustered an open heart for unfamiliar territory. An assigned seat brought a harvest of good fortune. On …
Refinement by Human | Roasted Edamame
Pappy was a narcissist. My pipe smoking architect grandfather had good reason to walk the egocentric path, the only child of an older professional couple (lawyer and teacher). He …
Canal Street Basement | AKA Pear Relish
The first scary things in life cling like the contacts on my eyeballs which have been key for sight since 1966. I shiver to think what my plight would …