One of the things I’m looking forward to when I someday retire is having time in the mornings for breakfast. You know, an honest-to-goodness meal where I get to sit down and actually enjoy eating at a leisurely pace. Until then, I at least have weekends.
Continue reading Cheesy Egg & Sausage Casserole
I love me a good biscuit. Drown it in gravy (but only if it’s actually good), or slather it with butter then top it with honey, and I’m a happy person.
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Anyone who has a fruiting fig tree will confirm that they can be overwhelmingly abundant. Not too many people mind this problem.
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Each summer my exercise routine consists of repeatedly running frantically out of my kitchen to the backyard, flapping my arms and yelling “ch ch ch ch” to scare away the scrub jays from my nectarine tree. When I’m tired, I make the boys do it.
Continue reading Nectarine Sourdough Coffee Cake
So I may be a little late to this party, but I guess the old saying “better late than never” still holds true. At least it has for me.
Continue reading Pressure Cooker “Boiled” Eggs
I once read that if you plant an apple tree, you’ll be growing apples for the whole neighborhood. I’m beginning to understand what that person meant.
Continue reading Whole Wheat & Oats Apple Muffins
It is ironic that buckwheat is considered to be a healthy food and yet my first instinct is to use it to make pancakes.
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Frittatas are kind of like the casseroles of the egg dish world. They are a great way to throw a bunch of odds and ends together and call it a meal.
Continue reading BFT (Bacon-Feta-Tomato) Frittata
Several days ago I gave the Old Man and the Medium Boy the task of putting in a new pond liner for our back yard. It’s hard work. I fed them these empanadas as payment.
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I live in California’s raisin country. If one drives out of town during the hot, dry days at the end of summer, row after row of grapes drying on mats can be seen in between the long stretches of grape vines. I guess you could say I know where my food comes from!
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