Month: January 2014

A “Dusting” of Snow… and some soup

We had been jonzing for some snow up here at Turtle Creek all winter. There’d be predictions and rumors; hints and allegations; threats and speculations; and then nothing. You would think that living in the great northern Georgia woods we’d see flakes on a fairly regular basis. But, where we’re located, the terrain and currents push the bulk of the wintry mix far to the west and north of us… when it happens at all. So, I didn’t put a whole lot of stock in this week’s prediction that we would enjoy a 1/4″ of blissful late afternoon precipitation, since the bulk of the storm was going to be far south of us. Even as the snow did begin to fall at 9 am, it was anemic. Small pinhead sized flakes that looked more like kosher salt than snow. Jane and I glanced out the windows occasionally enjoying the mist-like snowfall, and in our minds thinking that’s nice… but it wont last long. By two o’clock, we had just over 2″ of the tiny flakes on …

Old Buttermilk Sky

Buttermilk Skies – In my mind’s eye, I can see my Dad looking up at those clabbered clouds. And, in that weird lilting falsetto singing voice he reserved for commercial jingles and pre-1960’s radio songs, belting out the first line of that old Hoagy Carmicheal classic. Never any more than that… just the first line. It’s kind of like the way he’d sing the old, old OLD jingle for Lay’s Potato Chips… “I crackle ’cause I’m crisp. I taste better because I’m fresh. I’m a treat. I’m full of zip – I’m a Lay’s Potato Chip” … every single time a fresh bag of chips got opened up for lunch. Or – his retelling of “The night Before Christmas” where he never got more than the  very beginning  out before Jane went into panic mode. “T’was the night before Christmas…” “Charles!“ “… and all through the…” “CHARLES!  I mean it!“ Apparently… Dad’s version was terribly vulgar. I’ll never know, I never heard it. * * * … but I can’t look up at the skies …

The Sandwich Diaries – You Can’t Tuna Piano…

… but you can Tuna Fish. Since I’ve been looking back at some of my favorites in the meat-n-slab-o-bread world, I’d be remiss if I didn’t talk about the Tuna Melt… What? Of course you can combine fish and cheese. Besides, no one really considers canned tuna a fish, anyway. I used to have a friend that vehemently declared he was (ahem) “allergic” to fish… absolutely refused to eat it. However, he lived on tuna fish pizza, tuna sammiches, and lox. One day after watching him make quick work of 2 slices of fishy pie, I confronted him. “Tuna isn’t fish… it comes in a can.” I gave him a black eye. So… Tuna Melt. It’s a bit of a hazy history. Since canned tuna came into being in the US somewheres around 1903 as a way of extending shelf life and feeding the growing industrial machine, recipes and procedures began popping up almost immediately with ways to prepare it. First came the tuna salad. And yes, it’s pretty much the same recipe most people …