As most of you know, I’m British. And as such, I generally try to keep a pretty stiff upper lip about things. Not to whine unduly. And when I do whine, I try to whine at the person or people who are at the root of my dissatisfaction or unhappiness, or in the case of… Continue reading Ave Atque Vale, Thou Bleak Midwinter of My Discontent!
In the eyes of this crazy British lady (for that is what I am, all rumors to the contrary notwithstanding), I think the wearer of The Crown (The. Real. One.) outdid herself today with her annual Christmas message. Delivered perfectly–she’s 94 years old, for Pete’s sake, and puts almost any decades-younger American politician that springs readily… Continue reading Take That, Netflix!!
It's that time of year again . . . and I was reminded of a post that I wrote on Ricochet--crimenutely!--seven Decembers ago. Not much has changed, except that our small family is even smaller. Sam is gone. And Mr. Right is gone. And numerous other two and four-legged friends have either fallen by the… Continue reading Putting Up the Christmas Tree
Well, here we go. A post in which I fully expect to be excoriated as a “Pollyanna.” As a person who refuses to acknowledge the Truth. A disbeliever in the “science” of what we (Conservatives) face at this particular crossroads. A deluded fool. And some sort of wrong-headed political animal who has no right to… Continue reading Giving Thanks: I Will Not Be Moved
Ugh. It’s been chilly and damp the past few days here at Chateau Right, and my mind is turning to thoughts of warmth, fellowship (as much as our overlords will allow us to indulge in this year, anyway) and festivity. As ever, I’m regretting taking down the Christmas tree all those months ago. It seems… Continue reading Food and Drink Post: Mulling it Over
https://youtu.be/OKxTxEKvlmo "Little Dickie Feller," as my mother's favorite Pittsburgh disc jockey of the early 1970s used to call him. (No, it wasn't KQV's Jim Quinn. Or even Quinn's replacement, when Quinn moved to the bigger market of Buffalo NY in 1972 or 73 and was replaced by a young feller (see what I did there)… Continue reading “Some Days are Diamonds, Some Days are Stone”
For those of you who might not be familiar with the term, “slow food” originated in Italy in the mid-1980s, when the first organization to promote localism and traditional methods of cooking was formed by Carlo Petrini. Its name, clearly, is a reaction to “fast food” and the homogenization of food culture into a global… Continue reading Food and Drink Post: Sloe Food
I’m not about to weigh in on whether, in the words of the old Sinatra song, “Love is lovelier, the second time around,” but I know for sure that food can be! So, today, I’m asking two questions: 1)What was on the menu for your Christmas feast? And 2) If there were leftovers, what are your… Continue reading Friday Food and Drink Post: The Second Time Around
The film is dark and grainy, and the room is poorly lit. None of the cast is wearing the proper sort of clothes or makeup. And all of them, particularly the father of the little moppet with the starring role, are bursting with their pride in the first member of a new generation in the… Continue reading Pictures of Perfection: Christmas 1956