Nutmeg's Spice of Life

In my last blog post, I mentioned Elsie, our housekeeper, and wrote that I couldn’t remember the meals she had prepared for us while my mot...

I don’t know where it came from – Depression-era frugality or a strange organizational compulsion – but my mother had the oddest habit of t...

I grew up in a Southern California track home neighborhood that bordered what we would now call semi-rural development- larger parcels of la...

Oh, the lowly parsley. Some of us have only encountered it in its curly form, accompanied by a wizened orange slice, as a garnish on the pl...

It is hot, just plain hot, and I am not singing along with Buster Poindexter . It’s hot here in the Bay Area! And I do not like hot, at le...

It is June 25, 2013. It rained at my house today. For those readers east of the Mississippi River, that revelation may not seem too surprisi...