Yes, we have no tomatoes….

Yes, we have no tomatoes….

When I was a kid, and our family took a road trip, my dad would get us up at four o’clock in the morning so we could get on the road bright and early. We’d be so excited….mum would get the thermos full of hot, sweet tea, and we’d down our cereal and toast in...
Food Glorious Food

Food Glorious Food

In the thirty plus years I’ve lived in the USA, I’ve long heard Americans joke about British food. There are two predominant comments. British food is ‘bland’ and ‘has no seasoning/flavour How can you eat kidney pie? (This is a misconception. Small pieces of kidney...
Aging ain’t for sissies……

Aging ain’t for sissies……

I wasn’t going to post this latest blog as it seemed so trivial and silly in light of the awful tragedy in Manchester. I didn’t want to be disrespectful at a time of great sorrow. But then I decided that I should go ahead, because I am British, and proud of my people....
Sprinkle Sprinkle….

Sprinkle Sprinkle….

Gump and I lived on the east side of the river before we got together and married. I lived in a small 1930’s abode, cute, clean, and happy (think Pleasantville). He lived in a 1960’s ranch style home, furnished with patio furniture, a dark and gloomy place I...
Punk or Princess?

Punk or Princess?

This week I got to be eleven. I went with two dear friends to see the movie ‘Beauty and the Beast.’ It was like role reversal for me. Back a hundred years ago, I went to an ‘R’ rated movie (A Clockwork Orange) when I was 14….and they thought I was 18 (it...