Dear Mom, though you are a devoted blog reader, you may want to skip this post. It contains various meal heresies that you may have a hard time swallowing. Love, Liz P.S. Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten my roots. Maybe my root vegetables, but not my roots. A week ago Friday, Phil’s sister and…
The Hunger Games
Both Ben and Sophia were exceptionally content babies, but on the rare occasions when they fussed, I swear it was because they were too tired to eat and too hungry to sleep. That’s some bad mojo, but it is possible that in my dotage, I have slipped into fussy infant mode myself. When I get…
Fancy a Game of Squash?
My parents visited over Labor Day weekend, bringing great garden bounty. They didn’t grow the peaches, but I think everything else was a product of their garden: squash, bell peppers, chili peppers, pesto, and raspberry jam. My mom makes the best fruit jam ever, and if I were a better person, I wouldn’t hide it…
Go, Steve!
When my school year is underway, and the Little League World Series has come and gone, and a half bushel of bell peppers is $10 at the farmer’s market, you know it is time to think about Lycoming College football games. Ben is a great fan of home games because he knows and loves the…
Safety First
We recently had our annual meeting regarding Ben’s services and goals. Ben seemed to understand, with all the people in the room, that he should be answering questions the best he could. While trying to determine his understanding of safety procedures, the service coordinator asked him, “What does it mean when the fire alarm goes…
Where’s Waldo?
If you participated in last week’s contest, you are probably waiting on pins and needles to see who won a lunch out with us… skip to the end if you must, but I should tell you it was a tie, so we flipped a coin. Read on. Congratulations to our winner, Amy Dowling Reyes! We…
A TRIUMPHant Summer (Plus a Contest!!!)
During the height of the pandemic, we spent a lot of time driving in our antique Triumph convertible. Last summer, we made a list of two dozen lunch-ish spots within a one-hour radius that we wanted to try, and by the end of the summer, we had made it to over half of them. It…
Ben: The Brunch Denier and the Maine Thing
This week, the Ben’s Day Wednesday team cited creative differences in their nearly irreconcilable meal plan. Ben wanted shrimp teriyaki tacos. Definitively. Mom thought shrimp teriyaki tacos sounded shrimp teri-yucky. (I love shrimp! Why would I try to jam it in a taco with teriyaki sauce?) Ben’s position: I love shrimp! Tacos and sauces are…
“No! That is my rice!”
Years ago, Phil and I were in an antiques store in town looking for a good bargain. Antiques store pricing is often flexible, so when Phil picked an item, he decided to ask the proprietor for a discount. She was on the phone, and as he approached the counter, we heard her say loudly and…
Tender Roots
When we were in Virginia a couple weeks ago, I mentioned to Mary that I wanted to grow tarragon but couldn’t find seeds or a start. As we were leaving, she came running out to the car with a tarragon sprout in a little pot of soil and a plastic baggie. I watched it dubiously…