I suppose Bob and I are at that age where we should be skimping on the sodium. I’ve cooked low fat for so many years, no problem that. But cooking low salt?? Man, that’s just plain HARD! I know, whine, whine. I guess we could just live on celery…
…until I found out that celery is a culprit for gout. Then there’s all the fuss about sugar.
My daughters try to tell us that flavor in food is actually not a bad thing. Now, c’mon, in our defense we do have flavor, but really there’s just nothing quite like salt. After all, there is one whole Continue reading “Pass the salt, please”
My first attempts at gardening several years ago were pretty funny. The bunnies, as much as I love them, kept helping themselves to my tender tomato plants. I’d come out to check my little lovelies, and DRAT! There went another one! So I started to concoct various creative boundaries and kept replanting. I even tried that trick of putting a garden hose around the area so the furry thumpers would think there was a snake lurking about.
It was less than effective, except to amuse Bob, who christened the area my DMZ.
My friend, Louise, has a garden. I mean, a real garden. My garden is more of an adult re-living her childhood of playing in the dirt. Louise and her husband—they actually know what they’re doing.
When they moved in a few years ago, there was no Continue reading “Preserving more than berries”
Yesterday, Bob and I went on bike ride. It was beautiful, out in the country, made friends with a couple of dogs (thanks to the treats I always carry.) It had been awhile since I had been earnestly into biking, so it’s high time to restart.
This morning, however, my left knee disagrees. Occasionally, it likes to remind me that I’m 30 years beyond 27, and I need to accommodate my activity as such. Bah-humbug!
Having a wayward part does make my body a bit more challenging. If I’m going to work up to a full biking club ride, I’m going to have to do some conditioning, for sure. Thankfully, I’ve got some good help in the Continue reading “Saddle up!”