Mama’s Got a Brand New Bag!

And in that brand new, itsy-bitsy black bag is a Flip—the product of my pre-holiday squawking, “Don’t get me any presents unless it can be read, watched, or swallowed.” The Flip qualified because it creates something I can watch and it won’t require a continuing visit by the dust removal fairy.

In A Word

I’m one of those New Year’s Eve revelers that admit my resolutions, like diets, fade with each new month of the New Year.

Santa Fe’s New Celebrity Chef

If I knew during Rahm’s skinny-cute-kid days that he’d have “people” I might have been nicer to him. I liked Rahm, but I had two lovely young teenage daughters that every overly hormonal boy in Santa Fe wanted to rub up against, making my incisors instinctively flash.

A Slave To The Root

My apologies to the gray-haired women who scurried away when they noticed my intense stares.  I’m not weird, I was  just checking out your hair.  Now, that’s some nice gray—I could do that. Or:  OMG, she looks older than the pyramids.  And:  What’s that? Icing on top of her head? Some of those gray heads wore the ever-popular but fashionably exhausted 1980’s wedge , while others can’t let go of that gray poodle-do.  I think it was the cuts that scared me []

Now For A Perfect Stuffing for the Perfect Turkey

Less than 15 minutes is on the clock to write this blog.  I have dressing to make to stuff into a  turkey’s cavity.  Fortunately my secret to a perfect stuffing  takes less than 5 minutes to compose. Two ingredients cap a perfect dressing:  Butter and brandy. Need I say more?  Ask my son-in-law.  He waits all year  for my stuffing.  He says he dreams about his plate overflowing with stuffing scooped out from the roasted beast.  Chef daughter also mimics my stuffing at []

How To Cook A Turkey

I tossed my Queen of Christmas crown over to my eldest daughter, our family attorney.  She’s got the babies and the career, so like a good mother, I’ve let her take on the joys of bouncing holiday hoopla, family, friends and career.  I say this with impunity because it’s how tradition rolls. (Why do I not hear my daughter laughing out loud?????) However, my Queen of the Roasted Turkey crown remains intact.  Yes, I am the Queen of Roasted Turkeys—and chicken too. []

The Seduction of Tomales Bay

When we neared the first sign of civilization along Highway 1, spouse declared, “This is great! There’s nothing here.”

“Nothing” indicated a deficiency of swank hotels, chi-chi bistros, and chic boutiques. Not a Starbucks or a Pottery Barn to be found.