My friend Gordon has taught me most of what I know about blogging. He's taught me a bunch of other stuff, too. He has a blog called Real Live Preacher, which has some great stuff, not the least of which is a recent posting entitled, "Unmade Children
I'm ten or twelve posts into this blog and I'm staring at the screen this morning in a bit of a crisis: I don't have a recipe. The crisis is self-induced, I suppose. After looking at a number of food blogs, I'
We started a new menu at the Red Lion Inn this weekend, the centerpiece of which is family style dining. You get a choice of lobster corn chowder, Caesar salad, or Red Lion fondue to begin; a choice of pork tenderloin, chicken, or London broil for entree; and a choice
Wednesday nights are usually a work night for me at The Inn. I like the place, I like the people I work with, but between the cooking gig and my church gig, I’m out of the house six nights a week, which means my wife, Ginger and I, don’
First thing: the soup came out great! Second thing: in my continuing journey through blogdom, I decided to set up another blog with just the recipes, rather than trying to make them fit into the narratives. You will find them at don't eat alone: the recipes (creative, huh?
We are in a the middle of a stretch of gray days where it is not so apparent that the sun has even risen. The lights are on, the schnauzers are snoozing, and I'm in the mood for soup -- but not for going to the grocery store. A
Every few years, Christmas Day and New Year’s Day both fall on Sunday, which means we have church services on days we not normally do so. Yesterday, for me, it meant, other than my cup of coffee on the way to church, my first meal of the day and
I love the way our home feels when it's filled with people sharing food, drink, and conversation. Twenty-or-so people made their ways to our open house this afternoon. We never really know how many folks are coming. We aren't very good at the formal
As long as I can remember, New Year's Day meant black-eyed peas. It also meant ham and cornbread, because that's why my family always ate with black-eyed peas. The peas were for good luck, they told me. When we moved to Boston fifteen years
My earliest food memories have to do with bread. I grew up in Africa in the late fifties, sixties, and seventies. What bread we had my mother made from scratch, at least in the early years. I think that's one of the reasons I grew up wanting to
"A crazy guest eats and leaves right away." (Arabic proverb) There were six of us around our Christmas table this year. We sat down to eat about three and got up from the table somewhere around seven. We had stopped eating quite awhile before we left the table,
I've been staring at the "posting" screen for several days now trying to figure out how to join the world of food bloggers. Since I'm writing from a Mac and I don't know much about HTML, I'm still not sure