We’re sending out the old year with leftovers, crappy movies on cable TV, and iced tea, hunkered down in our warm house. We probably won’t even stay up to midnight, and that’s okay with us. Maybe some New Year’s resolutions will come to us in our sleep tonight. Maybe not. There’ll be plenty of time […]
. . . or gratitude, or something.
Donna called me at work today, opening the conversation with “I did a dumb thing.” Whenever I say that, what I really mean is that I’ve done something urecoverably disastrous. My heart plunged.
Donna’s dumb thing was to place a small bowl of Hershey’s Kisses on the coffee […]
Since there have been so many cooking entries on this blog lately (it being the season for cooking and eating), I thought I’d post one more. In an earlier entry I mentioned smoking a brisket of beef for Christmas dinner. We did, and it was good . . . really good. Here’s how we did […]
Fresh photos from Christmas morning!
Yes, that was our tree this year . . .
Polly handing out presents. Donna won’t allow me to post photos of her with her morning face, so I cropped most of her out of these shots.
Our friend Darrell, a member of our Trail Trash […]
We enjoyed a mellow Christmas Eve with our daughter and two friends. I took a few photos to share with you:
Polly, Donna, Paul
Our splendiferous table, with a pot of Dad’s Clam Chowder in the middle.
Schatzi & Mary Anne
Our friend Mary Anne trying to restrain an excited and wiggly Schatzi.
We had a crowd last night for a pre-Christmas Eve fish fry. Here are a couple of photos:
Kris & Polly
I know that shot’s poorly composed, but I wanted to show you our new flat screen TV . . . yes, one of these days I’ll get around to hiding the wires.
This is a second-generation Woodford family recipe, passed down by my father. He made clam chowder every Christmas Eve and we’re going to carry on the tradition.
Dad’s Clam Chowder
1/2 lb bacon 4 carrots 1 med onion 3 or 4 potatoes 1 cup celery 12 oz frozen shrimp (51/60 or 41/50 count, […]
Tucsonans can only dream of upscale chain restaurants. We don’t play in the same league as Phoenix and Las Vegas. No Bucca de Beppos for us. No Cheesecake Factory, no Carrabba’s, no Emeril’s New Orleans Fish House, no Maggiano’s Little Italy . . . we don’t even have a Ruth’s Chris Steak House.
But by […]