“I can’t talk,” my husband said in a raspy voice that reminded me of the lead character in “The Godfather” movie. Our daughters and I looked at him. I could see he was able to breathe, and I knew what the issue was.
“Mom, you look like the little old lady rabbit in ‘Good Night, Moon’,” my 10-year-old daughter said with a laugh. I was sitting in my comfortable chair covered with a blanket while attempting to knit.
I have been leery of pressure cookers most of my life. Like many people of my generation, I grew up eating lots of soups and stews prepared in our family’s pressure cooker.
While at home on a holiday break, I had a little more time to invest in food preparation than I usually have, so I decided we would focus our cooking efforts on foods from around the world.
The other day I stumbled upon a piece of food-related literature my husband bought for me several years ago. It caught his eye on a newsstand.
As I prepared for holiday baking, I perused some old cookbooks. My collection includes reprints of Civil War-era cookbooks, community-based compilations to brand-new publications. Flipping through the pages was like exploring the history of fat use in home cooking and baking.
“The mocha frappe sounds interesting,” my 15-year-old daughter said as we stood at the restaurant counter. She went to find a booth.
Through the years, I have eaten my share of pecans and pistachios. Peanuts, which are known as “ground nuts” in other countries, are a welcome snack, too. Did you know that peanuts are in the legume (or bean) family?
Do you know someone with diabetes? Pause a few seconds and think of those around you. Maybe one or more of your relatives or friends have the disease. Maybe you have it, or maybe you don’t know you have it.
While in college, I had a friend who preferred raw cookie dough to baked cookies. Once in a while, she’d make a batch of chocolate chip cookie dough and keep it in the refrigerator as a snack.
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