Category Archives: food!

What good is a new recipe if you can’t tell someone about it?  It was Donna, my red-headed Dixie chick girlfriend from North Carolina who got me cooking and eating black-eyed peas, greens, and cornbread for New Year’s (boy, do I feel lucky) that I had to tell about this latest concoction.   So yesterday IContinue reading “good for your heart”

Since my first taste of beer in view of the White House in March ’69, me an innocent 16 year old junior, I have not met an alcoholic beverage I didn’t like.  This would seem to be incongruent with my supposedly high powered brain, but man I loved those weekend evenings with a car fullContinue reading “rational drinking”

‘Tis a sad time when the few remaining pommes from that peck of Northern spies you bought at the farmers’ market now rot in your fruit bowl.  The daily apple to keep the doctor away never materialized, and a few great desserts used up most of ‘em.  But there is one last mission to whichContinue reading “dying spies”

That’s what I’ve been doing this 10th day of Christmas, feast of the Holy Name of Jesus.  There’s the printed pages from Food and Wine that have to get into their sleeves in my ring binders and all those 3X 5 cards I’ve made of new and less legible recipes I’ve had to file. QuiteContinue reading “Recipes”

Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday, even if I never get any presents.  So simple: fantastic food, the company of family and friends, and the enforced focus on all those things for which you can be thankful, always a much longer list than you could have imagined when you first started.  We should doContinue reading “My favorite holiday”

My friend Matthias Schneider from Düsseldorf and I had occasion to exchange e-mails recently, as I’m looking to contact one of his former young charges who once was doing some interesting things with arthroscopy. When Matthias and a colleague visited Ann Arbor in the 90s, Kathy and I fed them dinner which featured the CaesarContinue reading “Hail Caesar!”

Mike from Toledo and I weren’t exactly friends, but we’d trod a lot of the same paths and shared some institutional attachments.  We’d both gone to Michigan undergrad, Mike a few years ahead of me taking the frat route with me the hippie wannabe.  We both got enough academic cred to make medical school, andContinue reading “Vampire Marys”