Ken always struggled with jokes. Although he got the gist of the humor, he got lost in the sequence or the details. Once I arrived on the scene, he practiced on me until he could get the sequence and details. But many who knew him well just laughed at his joy in the telling – right or not. My favorite story, which resurfaced recently was from a friend. Her husband Ron told Ken one of …
This winter I am spending many an evening shelling dry beans. Most years it is dry in fall and I set up a mud box and fan in the yard, walk on the pods and winnow the beans. But it was damp this fall so I brought in the pods, set them on racks by the cook stove and once they were dry I began shelling I sit and listen …
Each winter when pomegranate season rolls around Ken used to make this salad. He left me a pomegranate, so I made my version. Core and cut up a couple apples. Open up the pomegranate and separate fruit from skin and membranes. Toast some walnuts or pecans and chop. Make a dressing with yogurt, a bit of maple syrup, and if desired vanilla. Combine ingredients and serve. Ken added raisins, I think.
