CRYING FOWL

CRYING FOWL

There ain’t nobody here but us chickens There ain’t nobody here at all You’re stompin’ around And shakin’ the ground, You’re kickin’ up an awful dust–Alex Kramer & Joan Whitney  I live in Waterville, Maine, a...
IT’S STILL ALL GREEK TO ME

IT’S STILL ALL GREEK TO ME

The good don’t always win And might makes right The Sword of Damocles is hanging above your head –Lou Reed Ever since my restaurant went out of business back in April, I follow the same fruitless routine every morning.  While drinking multiple cups of coffee, I...
Catcher in the Wry

Catcher in the Wry

I was a Cub Scout for a brief period in my childhood.  I was a complete failure at it.  My lack of success in this noble organization stemmed from both an early burgeoning of rebelliousness and a sense that I had been gypped.   I felt gypped because I thought I was...
The Non-Exploding Pie

The Non-Exploding Pie

The picture of the pie on this and my previous blog entry is not the “exploding pie”.  Rather, it is how the exploding pie would have looked if I hadn’t screwed it up.  It was an aesthetic failure and, simply, a god-awful mess because I was careless....
Bake a pie or blog?

Bake a pie or blog?

I’m broke. My restaurant went belly-up two months ago. My arthritis is giving me fits.  I have a chest cold. My older dog, Moses, has been dead for three days.  I’m an unemployed, achy,  snot-clogged, one-dog chef in his late fifties.   It is a...