Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Ancestry and Graveyards

I had lunch with my cousin Amy yesterday, and mention I though I might go to Toledo Memorial Cemetery to see the graves of some of my ancestors.  Kind of a morbid, depressing thing to do, but I'll admit to not understanding my own motivations.

Amy explained that when she was little her folks owned a rental property in Waterville, which was right across the street from a cemetery.  Amy and her girlfriends would all go and get a Popsicle, then go over to the cemetery and enjoy the summer weather - or do whatever they did.  I'm sure the residents didn't mind.

Here are the results of what amounts to a scavenger hunt at Toledo Memorial Cemetery.

Recipe: Hummus

I learned to make Hummus from Ellen's daughter Karen, who has a penchant for Mediterranean cuisine.  It's an easy recipe to make, but it's also easy to screw up.  When I did my grocery shopping yesterday, I couldn't find an essential ingredient for hummus: tahini sauce.  This afternoon I visited a store which specialized in Mediterranean foodstuffs, and naturally there were several brands of tahini.  I chose one and two hours later my hummus was ready to eat.  In short, it was perfect.  Here's the recipe.

Friday, May 26, 2017

Recipe: Gazpacho

A long time ago, early one Saturday afternoon, I was feeling the aftereffects of Friday night, and I didn't think things would get much worse.  The girl I was dating (Linda) suggested I might like some gazpacho, which I'd never had before.

In short, the gazpacho was excellent, and is the only known sure-fire cure for overindulgence on Friday night.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Learning to Cook

Glen over at the Thunderbox left a comment stating he wished he knew how to cook, which put me in mind about how I first learned to cook something besides peanut butter sandwiches.  It was a real learning and growth experience, let me tell you.

Non-Paying House Guests

This morning I was up early thanks to my three borders.  After fixing them breakfast, I started assembling my own morning meal.  I'm standing in the kitchen, watching the coffee maker like a semi-comatose mental defective, when Mister Zeus charged my feet and made a classic feline pounce-swat.

He missed.

Mister Zeus with Muzzle, Untidy In.
Not his fault, as he moved faster than I've seen him move in years, and the target managed to make hard cover.  My own nervous system is so poor I didn't even flinch during the entire business.

So now I have a house guest that is uninvited and is not paying rent.  Eviction procedures will commence around noon today, which is when I'll get back from the store with a nice, new trap.  Not a live animal trap, either.  A nice whack - their dead trap.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Recipe: Mom's Spaghetti Sauce

When my old father was a child, spaghetti was a brand new item.  People bought it and then didn't know what to do with it.  One recipe - possibly the only recipe - that involved spaghetti was slumgullion.  My paternal grandmother (Jess) used to make it, and according to my father it was every bit as appetizing as the name suggests.  The dish featured spaghetti noodles, beef grease, and a random selection of overcooked vegetables.  When Dad got older he refused to eat it, and would go out and buy his dinner at a diner down the street.  My grandfather (Marion) would eat it, mainly because he was too much of a Scottish tightwad to do otherwise.

Friday, May 19, 2017

Recipe: Slow Cooker Pork Chop Stroganoff

Tonight we're having pork chops stroganoff.  I've made this one before, and it's always turned out very nicely.  It's easy to freeze single serving portions in one quart freezer bags.

Pork Chop Stroganoff

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Happy Mother's Day 2017

Today is Mother's Day, so by way of celebration I'll post a few pictures of my own dear mother, Jane King Cameron Emery (June 28th, 1925 - July 8th, 2015).

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Spiders and Snakes

One way or another I ended up reading Glen over at the Thunderbox, and he's writing about Phobias. Evidently Glenn is one of those people who can't tolerate the insect world as easily as some of us do, although I'll admit to a strong aversion to the Florida flying cockroach, the Palmetto bug, and the large brown water bug that showed up on our dinner table without warning one afternoon.  It was about the size of my thumb and was purposefully making its way to some destination out of sight of humanity and hungry birds.  I brushed it off with my napkin, and it disappeared from view.

Glen goes nuts over spiders.  Arachnophobia is the correct term for his particular malfunction, which is common enough.  I don't suffer it myself.

If you've been patient enough to get this far, know that I'm headed for an anecdote from my misspent youth.  I was about 6 or 8 years old when I heard this one.