Simple Summer Bill of Fare

Time to Refocus

Okay. I know I've got a Cratchit Christmas Dinner to recap and illustrate for you here, and I have every intention of doing so. But, first...something that's on my mind: food. You're shocked, yes? I happen to be on a short hiatus from school and work, and I admit, I have the tiniest desire to be working or studying right now. I mean, someone to crack the whip at my back. It is all so easy to fall into a lifestyle of sloth during this holiday season. I spent last weekend at my in-laws house. They live in the country + painful below-zero temps = no exercise. There's a fair amount of sitting on the couch, watching hunting shows or basketball games. I spent a lot of time in the kitchen, preparing the evening meals (and by golly, I was glad to do it). Also, my husband's mom firmly believes in three hearty, plentiful meals a day...hard to get my crowd excited about stuffed pork loin when they've just gorged on ham balls and cheesy potatoes. ...

From Government Regulations to Chicken

So, I really wanted tonight's post to be whippy and biting and highly intelligent...and I've even got the perfect topic - government wine regulations: Europe vs. the US (subtitle: European Governments Seem to Trust Their Citizens A Whole Lot More The US, Otherwise Why Don't French, et al., Wine Labels Have the Surgeon General's "Pregnant Women Should Not Drink This/This Beverage Impairs Your Brain" Warning). But, I realized that to begin a post like that, I should probably know the answer to the question, yes? Why do American wine labels include the warning, when, I don't know, isn't just common sense? A quick search of this very query lands me at Wikipedia, which is good enough for a rude overview, but nothing that indicates why it's a law in the first place. Hence, more reading is required. I hope to get to it soon. It's almost August, two-thirds of this year is nearly gone, and sometimes I feel as I am moving very, very quickly along...

And Now, A Literacy Moment...

Brought to you by the sponsors of Mark Twain Literacy Consortium...because after all, "a man who chooses not to read is no better than one who can't." First day back to school/work after ten+ days off. Urgh. You all know how that is, right? Meh. So let's talk about books today, then. On these long breaks, I never read as much as I think I will...and I'm not sure why that is. Well, okay, I'm fairly sure I know why, and it includes doing something in the kitchen, working on something for the Winery or school, playing those damn free 1-hour demo Hidden Object games at www.bigfishgames.com, doing logic puzzles, or watching The Walking Dead or Downton Abbey or Sherlock. Ugh. How did you guys do that? Get me to confess all that, eh? Anyway, I read: Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman. I have read at least three other books by this author, which, for me, is the only criteria needed to be placed on my Favorite Authors List....

To Thine Own Self, Be Food

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