Last year around this time I was moping around. I missed my best friend, reminisced about her and the good times we had. I thought about other good friends I had lost and all the ones we had left behind when we moved out of state.
I wanted to reach out to the city and the people. I was ready for a girl’s night out, or just some female companionship. I wanted to meet people other than neighbors and people we work for -or with. Continue reading
I cannot cook just for the two us. I tried -it does not work. There is this little voice in me that misguides me each and every time. The common sense, I so hope I might have, flies out of the window as soon as I step into my kitchen.
The first time I watched my husband make a sandwich, I almost fainted. He managed to put half a pound of lunch meat, and a small salad in between two slices of bread, and my eyes popped wide open the next day when he added cheese to it. Continue reading
People who diet
what they lose
Why that should be
is no great mystery
and least a defeat
for the urge to diet
is weaker than the urge to eat.
For my dear friend, who needs to shut her piehole in more than one way. 🙂
Love you, oh weak one!
I was raised right between Italy and Austria. “So, where did you go to school,” people often asked me and my answer confused them even more. I went to school in the South of Germany, three hours away from the small village that I called home. Like life wasn’t complicated enough the way it was. Continue reading
“It is believed that the onion originally came from India. In Egypt, it was an object of worship —why I haven’t been able to find out. From Egypt the onion entered Greece and on to Italy, thence into all of Europe.” — Better Living Cookbook Continue reading
It is true, I had a cooking blog. I love to cook and enjoyed writing about it. I shared some of my European recipes with my blogging friends. The blog was called “Bringing worlds together in my kitchen.” Continue reading
We love them so much, and then a health scare comes along and reminds us that nothing lasts forever. The realization that one day, what we have and hold so dear to our heart could be taken away from us, takes our breath away. Continue reading
Starting a women meetup group for active ladies over 50, was my attempt to reach out in the city where I live and now -not even five months later- we are 112 members. What a fun group of women we are! Continue reading
Photography by Rodger Bultot
‘How do you want your eggs?’ the waitress asked.
It was our weekly routine. She asked, and I didn’t know what to say. Continue reading