Searching for that perfect balance
The older I’ve gotten the more I appreciate the malleable beauty of caramel. I don’t remember the flavor fondly from my childhood. I remember one e...
Author: Scribbler
Sea of pink
I’ve had the chorus from Patti Smith’s Gloria running through my head for the last week or two and finally decided to try to exorcise the ear worm b...
Contingency Plans
Didn’t know what I was doing to ring the new year in until late last night. Still don’t know exactly what I’m doing but I’m willing to ...
Round Midnight Pesto
Never watched the movie but I recognize the name and graphics from my time behind the counter of a video store. You know, back in the dark ages when one had to...
Nano? Na NO?
Life’s been a wee bit too interesting lately. Sy moved out and obviously took Mal and the cat with him. We sat down to talk about something inconsequentia...
Pointy ears and all
I’ve been going to ConnectiCon for several years now. The first year I really didn’t know what to expect but the boys were all into it and so I fig...
Keeping them fed even after they leave the nest
My years of cooking in restaurant kitchens was all about learning the dishes and then slamming them out hour after hour, shift after shift, perfect every time. ...
The hamster goes round and round
I’m a big fan of reading. Always have been. It’s magical the way that squiggles on a page can convey so much meaning. We can read tales of a king, ...
Another brick in the wall?
I’m not against redevelopment. Really. I just have this odd notion that it should, in a best case scenario, directly benefit the denizens of a neighborhoo...