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…stull…

There are, I am realizing, games I do not wish to ever play or become competent at. There are games that have no real reward to them, other than some strategy specific to them only. I don’t particularly care for things like that – learning that placed properly on some grid, the word ‘STULL’ (it … Continue reading

…the joy of getting old…

“Beware when casting out your demons, lest you lose the best thing in you” (F. Nietzsche) I can’t help but think lately, that I really like getting older. I’ve changed – though maybe not at all really – maybe I’m just getting better at being myself. Or maybe I’m just getting lazy enough to become … Continue reading

…the face of creativity…

It’s never a good for me to look at some things for too long, or to be influenced by too much, or maybe it’s just not good to think about them at all. I think life would be much simpler if I could turn my brain off for a while. Better yet – I’d just … Continue reading

…teaching and learning…

I’m fixated lately on making fondant. I’m not much for sweets but for some reason it’s stuck some gnarly talon into my skull and I’m thinking I’m going to have to play with it. I get on these jags from time to time – it’s the thing that elevates me and makes me think I’ve … Continue reading

…sausage…

The interesting facet of life and the experiences it offers, is that eventually you wind up with tastes that are honed in certain ways. I enjoy this aspect of cooking, that it offers up a such a simple parallel for life at large; if you take a few risks eventually you’re rewarded with a certain … Continue reading

…making due…

The strange and beautiful thing about life is it somehow always gets lost in the shuffle. For a few brief moments, though, you find it. Maybe, more accurately, it finds you and reveals itself, giving you a divine moment of clarity, synergy, where everything makes sense. Like winning a game of solitaire – it just … Continue reading

…cracker…

I started my day at 3:30 this morning – finally digging my copy of MFK Fisher’s How to Cook a Wolf off my bookshelf and began reading. It’s been sitting there waiting for years; I’m glad I finally found the time to explore it. I wish I could write as eloquently and thoughtfully. It’s amazing … Continue reading

…flower pot duck…

Sometimes things are best illustrated in analogy. Years ago, long before I started writing this blog, I always thought somewhere, somehow, I would share this particular culinary experience. I realized that I had never gotten around to it… Of course before I do, I’ll talk first for a moment about the Ford Pinto. It’s similar … Continue reading