I was born to be an evangelist. Look at me. Those were the first words out of my mouth. I’m sure of it. I love to talk. I love to be engaged. I love to interact with other people. Over here. That was another big one. Come look at this. I’m full of them. I’ve…
Southern-style pinched biscuits: trial and error
All of my adult life, I’ve been a bit phobic about making the pinched biscuits my mother made at least daily when I was growing up. She showed me her process (there was no recipe) repeatedly, and every batch I made was a crushing disappointment (to me, anyway). Fast forward thirty years, and I’ve been…
Pesto Vegetable Pasta with Grated Incanestrato
I drove into Rockford to visit Valli Produce and picked up some small (roughly racquetball-sized) eggplants along with a jar of prepared pesto. I also got several cheeses including one that I’d never heard of before: incanestrato. Today for lunch, I cooked one of the eggplants sliced with a handful of sliced mushrooms and halved cherry tomatoes,…
The Plural of Phoenix
I have had the great fortune of falling many times over the course of my life. The knees of the soul I walk around in are scarred and more than a little swollen. I’ve been known to use a cane, and frankly, it’s a very good thing that there are friends beside me to keep me…