Haiku Friday

It seems silly to restrict haiku to Thursdays. When the muse strikes, I pay attention, and this morning I experienced seventeen-syllable inspiration during an unusually easy drive to work. If you've ever commuted in the DC area, you know the times when traffic is likely to be heavier or lighter than usual. I would not …

Roasted parsnips, ill-fated commutes, and other random stuff

Last night I  a dream that featured roasted parsnips.  (I know.) I was thinking in the dream, should I add some roasted garlic too, maybe mash 'em up? Do we have any fresh rosemary?  I haven't made parsnips in a while, maybe a year. I don't have any in my fridge, begging to be cooked and served …

On cutting one’s own hair

Two weeks ago, I squeezed in an impulsive visit to the hair salon located in the spa in the resort in which we were staying in PA. The stylist asked lots of questions and spent time trying to figure out exactly what it was I was asking her to do. She might have achieved some …