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Aunt Betty’s Spaghetti Sauce

Just because I need a change of pace once in awhile. Once when I was home visiting mom, I took her to a church spaghetti supper where we met up with her sister, my beloved Aunt Betty. This was at a time when I still couldn’t really eat anything with onion in it, without immediately…

Becoming My Mother…

I’ve been taking care of my mother’s finances for well over two years now, since she moved from the house she lived in all her life to an assisted living home. It still astonishes me, sometimes, that managing her paperwork requires more time and effort than managing my own. I wrote here about the sense…

How We Are Surviving Snowpocalypse 2010

Arborvitae. It is snowing. Again. Snow, then freezing rain, then more snow with a vengeance that promises to keep on all day through to midnight. This is on top of the batch we got last Saturday. Philadelphia got 28.5 inches though round these parts it seems we “only” got about 17. It was enough to…

Eat Your Veggies!

Well, with a little pork. My mother used to make haluski, which is basically chopped cabbage fried in butter and served over boiled noodles. In the old days, the bubbas made their own noodles, but we used store-bought packaged. As I kid, I was not fond of haluski, but as my palate became more refined,…

Eat Your Soup! If You Can…

This is a story about making chicken soup completely from scratch, with local, organic ingredients, and starting with the carcass of a roasted chicken. The soup was very, very good, and looked like this: The chicken in question came from Pikeland Pastured Poultry. All the vegetables in the soup came from Landisdale Farm. But the…

Eat Your Soup!

I see erv is blogging some trash-talking shit about how she would “bet a large sum of money that [she is] the fittest person on SciBlogs”. Bah! Kids and their puny bragging! I am totes the hairiest-legged feminazi on SciBlogs! AND the most out of shape! And furthermore, if you mess with me, I will…

Death of a Bridge

When my mother was a little girl, my grandfather would drive her – almost all the way – to the dentist in Point Marion, PA. They would stop and park on the Greene County side of this bridge, and walk across to save the ten-cent toll on cars. Money was that tight. Mom always said…

Regular readers may know that my mother has been living in an assisted living home since January of 2008. Making the move to the AL home was agonizing for her and everyone in our family. Previously, my mother had been living still in the same house that she had been born and raised in, the…

Over at Uncertain Principles, Chad frets about committing physics heresy via a reading of Goldilocks and the Three Bears to his young offspring. The story may convey a useful moral message, but it’s way off base on the physics. After all, the Papa Bear, being the biggest, presumably has the largest bowl of porridge. Here,…

This past Friday morning, as per my usual routine, I sat down to read the Philadelphia Inquirer with my coffee and breakfast. And I came across an article that nearly made me vomit back all that delicious Toy Cow Farms blueberry yoghurt I had just spooned down. I refer, of course, to the piece on…