An apple a day is prescribed by the health professional. And in our household, we comply. We start the day with an Apple product bedside, checking the urgent update from...
A taste of original sin I make a decent omelet, a dependable grilled cheese and a knockout chocolate-chip cookie. What I make best of all is dishes. In pursuit of...
The microwave went belly-up. Or, more specifically, door-open. Without the usual rejoinder of door-closed. Now the bright blue box is always ajar and — perhaps out of spite — refuses...
The fried green tomato sounds vile. Not so much the fried. Or the tomato. It's the green that stumps me. Who wants to chomp on a tomato that's green? Green...
The fried green tomato sounds vile. Not so much the fried. Or the tomato. It's the green that stumps me. Who wants to chomp on a tomato that's green? Green...
Lola came to visit, puffed with big-girl pride. She came with hair puffed in a poodle updo. She met the dog. She met the robots. She met the big boy...
Facebook offers face time, minus the face, plus lots and lots of time. Hours online may — or may not — foster the intimacy implied by "friend." Take Chicken Adobo....
Facebook offers face time, minus the face, plus lots and lots of time. Hours online may — or may not — foster the intimacy implied by "friend." Take Chicken Adobo....
Packing lunch is a thankless task. Which is why I've decided to delegate it. From now on, the luncher will pack the lunch. Select anything. Not Oreo dipped in Nutella....
Ice is nice. Mostly because it's cold. And we're hot. So hot we'd like to plunge headfirst into the iceberg. Or something somewhat softer, like the chopped iceberg. Available in...