Charlie and I were out froggin’ around (as they say in Corning, New York, where Mom lived and worked for 15 years). While froggin’, we stopped in at Young’s Country Market, a relatively new business in town. Young’s moved into the old Alstott’s Hardware building,…
Two “recipes” today, if you can call what I post recipes. The summer is winding down, and so is the farmers market, alas! but we scored some lovely green beans, picked young, the way we like our green beans. I had some left-over Jasmine Rice,…
This is another entry that comes under the heading of You Know What You Mean and I Know What You Mean But It Amuses Me To Pretend You Mean What You Say. From our local weekly paper’s call-in line, I give you this “poem”: Slow…
