Artichokes

Mom used to make steamed artichokes. Or at least she made them once or twice when I was little. I don’t know why she stopped. Maybe it was a 70s thing. Steamed artichokes went out with pu-pu platters and piña coladas. I miss them. From time to time, the thought crossed my mind to steam…

Biscuit-Makin’ Nana

Nana hasn’t made me biscuits in ages, and she missed it. Me too! These days, I’m usually the one cooking her meals. So this morning, here she is bright and early in the kitchen. Just a couple bickies though ’cause I unfortunately no longer have the metabolism of a six-year-old. She even managed to pull…

NYC Ramblings

Hot, bitter coffee in my cup swirled with sweet thoughts of hot dudes reading in the subway. Touch. Chocolate. Kisses on my tongue. Is that a Spanish accent? You look like you stylishly rolled out of bed. That signature coat. It’s probably designer, but I wouldn’t know. My hangover, headache subsides. Too much lemon on my…

Shirking My Health Responsibilities

Last month, after at least a year of being too exhausted for normal life, I finally found a naturopath in my small Louisiana city. I won’t go into all the reasons I don’t trust doctors, but let’s just say instead of the normal 5 minutes (maybe) with an MD, I spent nearly 3 hours with…

Tea and Toast

Sometimes all you need to bring sunshine to a gloomy Sunday is strong tea and a rustic buttered and jammed piece of toast.

France, Ciggies, Living and Fidelma Cook

The question “what do I want to be when I grow up” often comes to my mind. As a freelancer, nothing is certain. Though, these days, that can be said for most any job, freelance or permanent, or for most anything in life. I have gotten lazy these past few years as flexible work-from-home writing…

Leftover Turkey = Gumbo!

In case you’re worried about what to do with all that leftover holiday turkey – a person can only eat so many leftovers or turkey-cranberry-stuffing sandwiches – click over to this recipe for Leftover Holiday Turkey Gumbo from The Gumbo Pages. Now that I’ve made it many a time, I no longer need a recipe. But…

Midget Momma’s Whoville Cookies

When I can’t be around, Nana’s neighbors keep an eye out, checking from time to time to make sure she’s ok. I am not a fan of the town she lives in, but that’s where she wants to be, and at least she has decent people around her. This year, she wanted to give them…

Beauty in (Any)Everything

Even when certain things in life make no sense at all, I want to see the beauty in those precious comforts I am so thankful for. The present moment. Sweet and juicy local satsumas, grapefruits and oranges; a frothy ‘good luck’ latté from Stumptown in New Orleans; savory caramelized fennel with goat cheese and a…

Gettin’ Back to My Roots

I don’t know if it’s the change in weather, the holiday season or the realization that human beings are in a state of unrest that conjures up memories of my childhood. Maybe it’s a combination of all of the above. There’s also the possibility that recently meeting new people has forced me to talk about…

No Rhyme or Reason

Sometimes there is no rhyme or reason for why we do the things we do. We just do them, naturally, without a thought. Oftentimes leaping into the unknown is a crazy thing, but then there are those times when it can end up being a revelation full of discovery and renewal. I’m thinking of several…