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  • Enjoying the Whine?

    August 26, 2009

    • Weird day: computer crashed, external monitor died, saved the Dell, Sys Restore, wasted half a day, recruited anyway - conducted phone interviews, panicky; thought having heart attack but no such luck, had coffee instead, cat needy, kept trying to climb in lap while I was working, stabbed her, no I didn't, just wanted to, Husbandman/ IT Guy took over PC troubleshoot, added more memory, I put on ...
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  • Paris

    May 4, 2009

    • We arrived at Roissy airport under gray skies threatening rain but by lunchtime they'd cleared and we ate lunch on our friends terrace enjoying the warmth of the sun surrounded by greenery and flowers. I was particularly jealous of their huge rosemary bush covered in purple flowers.Chez nous our rosemary is still going strong, but no sign of flowers and my beloved bay tree has come though the ...
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  • Thanksgiving Irish Style

    November 27, 2008

    • We don't celebrate Thanksgiving here in Ireland as we might if we were living in the US.  Here it is just another Thursday and there is school and jobs to be done and driving back and forth with errands.  Ofcourse over breakfast we wish each other a ''Happy Thanksgiving'' but that's as good as it gets.  Life, the daily trawl goes on.  The stars and stripes that we hung outside the porch to ...
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  • Out Of Sight: A character shares a recipe

    July 22, 2008

    • If you've read my blog entries, you may have seen my post about 'click' moments, and how food is important, because knowing what a character eats, and whether they cook, go out, or grab a pizza helps me understand them.And if I don't understand them, I can't write them. For me, without well-developed characters, there's no story. I wrote "Out of Sight" for fun, starting with a ...
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  • Chasing a Food Memory

    April 22, 2008

    • It’s an unassuming plate - little irregular lumps of nearly naked pasta. No visual fireworks, no flashy garnish. I doubt I’d have ordered the agnolotti dal plin if a dining companion hadn’t praised it. “Guido’s mama makes them all by hand,” Daniel said, describing the folded, veal-stuffed pockets. “The sauce is just meat drippings from the roasting pan – but it’s probably the ...
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