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on Jan 11th, 2012 | Comments Off on In Defense of a Blander Approach
My husband starts peeling garlic cloves before the table’s even set. He tastes my soup with a wary tongue, and then ambushes the flavor with pepper. He was there when fire was first invented. And like father/like son, having witnessed the taste battles close at hand, our progeny heads off to the trail where only spice hunters go. For a long time, I tolerated the macho spicing ceremonies — with a good share of disdain. And while they grabbed for their SpiceMan mustard, I inched my way to the the milder blend, proud that my knowing taste buds managed well on their own. I was once...
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on Jan 9th, 2012 | Comments Off on College Confidentially
“Bring More” was my father’s nickname for my alma mater, which drained about $3400+ each year from our family’s savings. Back in the early 70’s, that was a significant sum for a college education — four decades later, an updated version would ring true as: “Bring Lots and Lots More.” I’m delighted to say, with graduation now a springtime away, our academic debt is settled, and this last lap is — well, I think of it as “free.” It’s a hard point to argue, but definitely a breezy time after That Long College...
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on Jan 8th, 2012 | Comments Off on The once and always “Circle Game”
So many years ago, long before CD’s went on sale, when not-yet-dinosaurs roamed across Humphreyville, as it was once known, we voted for our class song. Joni Mitchell’s classic has never lost its pull, and a day before my son heads back for his last semester, here it is again.
The Circle Game
by Joni Mitchell
Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like when you’re older must...
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on Jan 5th, 2012 | Comments Off on For Tea Mavens Only
“Oh, you’ll love this tea,” my friend shouted from the kitchen, while I waited in her living room. I’d offered to help, but, no, she said it was a very special brew and she didn’t want any distractions. “What kind is it?” I called back, hoping for a hint of what was to come. “You’ll tell me,” she shot back in a way that let me know that my tea tasting talents ranked high on her list. “I had the tastiest Darjeeling, before I left for work. Wouldn’t surprise me if the leaves had been hand-dried.” Her seclusion...
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on Jan 4th, 2012 | Comments Off on 36 days
In 1968, a teachers strike in NYC closed the school doors for just enough time for me to get knee-deep in my first political campaign. While my classmates met regularly to tackle SAT words, trig problems, and new Spanish conjugations — with my parents’ blessing, I found my way to the local O’Dwyer/McCarthy HQ and tagged on to visibility efforts across the city. I gave out flyers, sized up delis to see if there were enough people to merit a quick visit from the candidate, and wove through a standing room only fundraiser at Madison Square Garden collecting contributions. 36...