Origin of Shepherd’s pie

My devotion to good food comes from my mother’s kitchen. Not flavor, nor nutrition alone, nor the refuge of our family table, more so her stable and flexible practice influences what I choose to cook. Mom held the humble and unvarnished wood handle of her...

Toast to winter, or winter’s end?

As the icy grip of winter’s bony hand continues its reach into mid-March, something strange occurs. A shift in the brain, a tilt in the thinking, a tingle on the tongue… I realize it was bound to happen sooner or later, but the mere fact that it has still...

Brief, indelible season

I can’t remember selling Girl Scout cookies in fourth grade. Most of the brief season with my Brownie troop remains a mystery. Martha Bradley comes to mind. Her mother led our meetings at their home. Mrs. Bradley dressed like a Girl Scout and smiled a lot. She...

Tough assignment in pre-Lent past

Note: At last week’s New Member Mixer hosted by the Imlay City Area Chamber of Commerce at Maple Vista, I sat with a lively group of area business people and organizations. We talked about the upcoming Mardi Gras celebration held yesterday (Tues., March 5) in...

Cures for Cabin Fever

Cuddles, our tortoiseshell kitten, lifts a paw to the kitchen’s sliding glass door. Her ears twitch. She extends her neck as starlings gather in our bare maple tree. Her jaw trembles in cat chatter. “I know what you mean, Cudds,” I say with my hands...

Going to Plan B

So it is that we’re having yet another version of what we’ve begun calling Souper Bowl tonight. (And if that’s already been trademarked, I apologize.) Here’s the back story to that. A month or so ago a friend had a life-interrupting situation....