That little difference in the breeze is back, and noticeable, I might add. It’s like a subtle whisper over your shoulder, letting you know that the seasons are in transition. The traditional flavors of the Fall raise up and demand…
Within just a couple of days, an evening dusting of snow was transformed into a lazy, freezing rain, itself only lasting until the temperature dictated that any more precipitation would be in the form of rain. Shortly after, the sun…
Any lingering doubts have been pushed to the side and run over like a door greeter at a Black Friday sale. Fall has arrived, apparently bringing the start of winter along for the ride. And as is usually the case, accompanying…
I finally caved. Well, it’s more of a compromise than a caving, I suppose. I’m talking about pumpkin spice, and how it has infiltrated every flavor profile out there, showing itself to be just as invasive as those late summer…
It was a simple notation on our kitchen calendar, but all of a sudden, there it was, the first day of Fall. Not that Mother Nature agreed though. In fact, she disagreed so strongly that the sound of humming air…
Kind of odd I suppose, to start a barbecue post off talking about jelly donuts, yet here we are, right? It’s just that I’ve been thinking about that delicious raspberry filling that is pumped into the fluffy donut through that…
The shadows followed me around the yard, as if they were intent on knowing what I was doing at every single moment. That was a good sign. It meant that the sun was out, strong, and finally warming the surroundings…
The four, dark green poblanos continually called out to me from their reclined, lazy position on the plate. I got them from the local farmers market with the intent on stuffing them with something, but whatever I came up with…
It started simple enough. The day, as it unfolded, was young and full of promise, including the weather. High skies, as the saying goes, as blue as that polyester suit I still have hanging in my closet, with the white…
I don’t pretend to remember a lot about my younger days, but occasionally seeing certain things will trigger a memory or two. A small fishing pond, a country road lined with hardwood fence posts and barbed wire, and then, well, there’s…