My husband had his first Starbucks coffee a few weeks ago. When I asked him how he liked it, he said it was alright, but not worth the money. Sometimes, his down to earthiness can be a bit annoying. Of course, he is right. I remember how shocked I was years ago when a friend invited me to a cup of overpriced caramel-whipped-cream-madness. I had forgotten and he brought things back into perspective.Continue reading
My neighbor just signed up for Weight Watchers and she is excited the same way she always is when she finds help on her never-ending weight loss journey. “I was a chubby child, an overweight adult and now I am an overweight older Grandma,” she says and then she tells me about her heavy bones, and how she was doomed to be overweight her whole life. “It’s genetic!”Continue reading
Living a rather healthy lifestyle these days, I was still searching for the perfect beverage. My beloved glass of red wine in the evening is long history and is only remembered when I look at my collection of wine glasses I once thought I could not live without.Continue reading
Cooking tasteful, heart-healthy meals containing less sodium has been quite a challenge. My husband, who now after his bypass surgery is considered a heart patient for life, has not been very helpful. The times of juicy burgers and fried foods are over. Sodium loaded soups, chili’s, stews, and gravies have been banned from my kitchen. Continue reading
How easy and cheap it can be to decorate an Easter table.
Just open half of the raw eggs in a carton carefully with a spoon or knife -just on top of the egg- the next time you make breakfast. Wash the empty eggshells carefully, let them dry and paint the outside in a shiny metallic color. Gold, pink, blue -whatever you prefer. Continue reading
My husband is a picky eater. He searches for fat around the meat and pushes food, which he thinks might not please him, to the side. “I cannot stand the texture of fat,” he says, and I can see the disgust on his face when he looks at my marbled ribeye. Continue reading
It was the month after Christmas and all through the house
nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste,
at the holiday parties had gone to my waist. Continue reading
Like so many of us, I love to plan meals, and I love to cook. Spoiling my husband and friends is part of who I am. Cooking is my way out after a long workday; I leave my frustrations on the cutting board when I chop off heads of carrots and other willing victims. Continue reading
Most of us are very fortunate. We can afford to go overboard, and we do it every year around Thanksgiving. We cook for an army of people, even though there will only be a handful at the dinner table. Instead of one side dish, we have four or five. Continue reading
Last night I watched “Masterchef” a show I had never watched before, and somehow I streamed into an episode where the poor cooks had to serve scrambled eggs. You wouldn’t believe how much drama there was. Scared faces left and right. Continue reading