On Sunday morning Aunt Deb, Uncle Al and I sat at their kitchen table and enjoyed warm scones from the oven. The sun was shining brightly into the kitchen, and when I turned my head left I looked out onto their backyard, one where I could see so many memories . I could see their pool, summer bbq’s, chasing Sandy, their dog, my mom, dad, brothers and cousin Danielle. I could see our family and holidays spent together. There’s a beauty to time and loving as we’re alive to give. There’s a gift that’s so nurturing, to give and to receive.
Read MoreWhen I was a little girl, my father used to drive a Polly-O cheese truck. The truck was big, bright yellow, happy and filled with cheese, not unlike my dad. I thought it was cool that he delivered cheese to pizzerias because cheese makes most people happy and, well, I believed that those who could not eat cheese would generally be less happy. I still hold the same beliefs today (my sincerest apologies to vegans and those with lactose intolerance). My dad used to eat a lot of cheese and, so, I thought he would be happy forever. I also thought that he would live forever, and that nothing would ever change, but his age has been a marker of change.
Read MoreLiving, I mean staying with my parents, has brought with it my official title as Sr. Manager of the Senior Center. Duties have included (but have not been limited to) cooking, finding new meal strategies and efficiencies, while also helping with house decluttering, organization, calling haulers to remove “junk” and donating goods. My favorite responsibilities are getting creative in the kitchen and playing word games with the seniors. Not every day is easy, but every day comes with a new learning or discovery about love, God, compassion and cottage cheese.
Read MoreI am shamelessly in my egg sandwich era. I’ve never enjoyed packaged bread with a never ending shelf life. Although I could, with little to no convincing, get down with bologna and mayo on two thick slices of Arnold Country White or take my Skippy PB with Welch's Grape Jelly on Wonder bread - all in the name of nostalgia. But, for now, I prefer to keep it classy with breakfast for dinner. I have always loved a soft scramble, frankly, anytime of day. I’ve said it many times, and I would never retract on the statement, eggs truly are the perfect food. Bright, filling, not heavy, and can be served with nearly any grain, pasta, bread or vegetable. It might seem simple or, even silly, to anyone who cooks professionally, but the art of cooking a perfectly scrambled egg is a true skill
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