Pancakes

I’m picky about pancakes. I heartily dislike most restaurant offerings, tasteless, plate-spanning platters of half-cooked batter that serve as nothing more than topping delivery devices. My Mom’s were the best, feather light with a slight crispness around the edges. She used Bisquick mix, made no additions, and didn’t do anything special that I could see Read More …

Slowly but surely….

I’ve felt pulled in all directions these last few weeks. I start one thing, and three others clamor for attention. So the goals for next few weeks are┬áto settle down, focus on writing, finish dealing with the leaves, add a few more batches of soup/stew/something to the deep freeze… …and that’s too many things to Read More …