Eating Nola

After a few necessary days of work and rest, I'm finally able to sit down and breathe in the under-80ºF morning air. Utter bliss, aside from the drilling going on across the street. My apt. complex is an oasis minus the unwanted, over-amplified noises (i.e. drilling, leaf blowing, road rage honking and one neighbor's very …

Au Régime!

Almost two months ago, mon meilleur ami came to stay with me, for about three weeks. Originally French, he grew up in Paris and now lives in Barcelona working as a theatre instructor. We met in Louisiana when I was in high school, back in the late 80s, and essentially, he is family. Even though …

Artichokes

Mom used to make steamed artichokes. Or at least she made them once or twice when I was little. I don't know why she stopped. Maybe it was a 70s thing. Steamed artichokes went out with pu-pu platters and piña coladas. I miss them. From time to time, the thought crossed my mind to steam …

Biscuit-Makin’ Nana

Nana hasn't made me biscuits in ages, and she missed it. Me too! These days, I'm usually the one cooking her meals. So this morning, here she is bright and early in the kitchen. Just a couple bickies though 'cause I unfortunately no longer have the metabolism of a six-year-old. She even managed to pull …

Tea and Toast

Sometimes all you need to bring sunshine to a gloomy Sunday is strong tea and a rustic buttered and jammed piece of toast.