I Made it My Way – Lunch, that is.

I like liver. Ken, not so much. But when we butchered chickens and had 20 or more livers he would make his version of pate – LOTS of mustard. I am happy to have access to liver from healthy animals! Here is my recipe: brown some liver on both sides, remove from heat and cook some chopped onion in the pan. Deglaze with some sherry. Combine with mustard – to taste – and mayonnaise, salt …

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Cooking in Season for One Person

I have been eating great greens from the farmers market. As the week ends, I look at what remains. When I get over enthusiastic about greens, I wilt them so I can finish them up. Here are some beet greens and a couple green onions Chop Here is a bit of sausage and the onions Add greens and wilt ; they will turn bright green and shrink – just a minute or two Add a …

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The Pin Loom Project

Remember the necks that I knit this past winter? Well, there were plenty of small amounts left from that project. First I knit a “rainbow” neck. Then I got myself a 4″ x4″ pin loom. I have been making small squares from the the left over yarn Eventually I will put them all together for a blanket. It’s a great summer project – no huge hot afghan all over me – and also a great …

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June IS Busting out all over!

First it was the daisies on the side of the drive Then the irises. Bless them for staying ahead of the weeds – I haven’t with this year’s mosquito population at an all time high Then the wild roses And the valerian is starting to open Flowers are in almost every direction I look! No peonies yet, though

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I am Accused of Killing

It had been a quiet, but good day. I had felt less of the residual neck pain and headache from the shingles. I went to the laundromat. My clarinet lesson had gone well. I had done some cleaning. My day went fine until some time after six.  I was in a t shirt and underwear and a woman came banging on my door wanting to buy pots in spite of having seen the closed sign.  …

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More New Tricks for this Old Dog

Since Ken’s death, I have avoided dance music and dancing. I am just not ready – yet. But I love music. People who visit often comment that there is always music playing here. As a kid I chose dance lessons over music lessons. Since I find myself rebuilding my life, I think about positive things to do and try; I decided learning to play music would be not only enjoyable, but good for my brain …

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Reducing Screen Time with Some Help from a Friend

Now that I live alone, I spend more time on the phone and in front of screens. Sometimes, I confess, I eat a meal while I read email. Recently a little furry friend has taken to napping on the chair by the computer. It may just be the right chair or the right temperature (the sun has gotten hot in the last week), but I take the opportunity to question whether I need to sit …

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Lots of Dough (not money)

Ken left me sourdough starter. My bread baking days in the 70’s included yeast. So I asked around and Sylvia graciously got me started. I enjoy making bread. I enjoy sharing bread. People seemed to like my bread. One only gets better by practicing – and I had lined up eaters for the practicing! This week I decided to branch out from bread to pizza dough. One part of my goal to practice dough is …

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New Suit, New Plan

Well, the old swimsuit died. And with the new one I have shifted to swimming twice a week instead of three times. But each trip includes more laps. I am opening my schedule as there are more activities in Spring and summer. But with a bum knee, swimming is the BEST!

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Where I find Myself One Year Later

Sunday marked one year since Ken’s memorial service. That service was my last commitment to all the people who were mourning Ken’s death – his family, friends, pottery and produce customers, acquaintances. It marked the end of what I thought of as a very public life. I had sold pots two weeks earlier, and now the pots were at two galleries. I no longer wanted people coming up my driveway at all hours (did I …

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