From Tra-la to Troll

I peacefully slept the entire night, even though none of my favorite football teams played in Sunday’s Super Bowl, and then the team I picked from nothing more than the romance of past Super Bowl parties, lost.  This morning’s sun was bright and warm, a cherished event on this portion of the coast.  The coffee spouse brewed filled the air with that special aroma of deeply roasted coffee beans, so closely akin to the smell of a deep, rich chocolate. This, I []

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. []