Culinary Class is in Session
In an earlier post I spoke about my gargantuan basil garden and how I’m a little overwhelmed by the abundance of it. Now, it didn’t begin as a “basil garden” per se; it’s just become one because it bullied out the other herbs growing there. As a result, I’m still here with copious amount of…
I’m writing this post from the waiting room of a hospital’s surgery ward. The Soldier is beginning the process of repairing more than twenty-five years of beating up his body. I’m a pessimist by nature. Writing helps me keep my mind off of the variables associated with surgery of any kind. This Larb Moo is also helping me…
My husband says things like, “You know what I’d like to have for dinner?” and I say, “What’s that?” and he says, “That Peruvian coleslaw that you make…with fish tacos.” And that’s when I have to remind him that we are still in Central Texas where there is no mahi-mahi or (for that matter) any other…
