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Watching the Clock

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Oh, brother, does a Friday afternoon drag. At my age, I’m usually bemoaning the speed by which time passes, but a Friday afternoon brings me back to the torture of that seemingly endless last hour of grade school.

And what makes it even more painful today? I can’t wait to get home to cook from Workman Publishing’s Will It Skillet?

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Spinach, Mushroom & Ricotta Lasagna is on the menu tonight. And once I’ve done that, I’m going to make the Tortilla Española, Deep Dish Pizza, Scallop Risotto, oh pretty much everything in here. I love Daniel Shumski’s voice: funny, friendly with a no-nonsense “you can do it!” confidence. “My mom’s feedback has always been valuable–she taught me how to drive, for example, and then continued to give feedback on my driving for many years afterward-but her comments on the recipes in this book were particularly helpful and made them that much better.” From an eager user, thanks, Mom!

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Rye, Straight Up

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This foggy Sunday just begs for a hearty teatime treat. With one last cup of dark rye flour left over from testing the recipe for Pecan Sablés in Luane Kohnke’s Ancient Heritage Cookies (available from your favorite on-line bookseller), I baked  a half-dozen of Taste of Home’s Raisin Rye Muffins. Rustic in look and flavor, they’re a refreshing change, more savory than sweet. I don’t want to say they hit the spot because they’re not heavy at all, just chewy and full of that sharp rye tang. I’d call them “husky.” Great for breakfast with a bowl of yogurt or for lunch with a bowl of soup. I had to stop myself from scarfing down a few, so I can enjoy them all week. The forecast for tomorrow has a Scandinavian feel about it.

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On the Norwegian fjords

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A Wall of Women

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Here I am, at the ripe old age of “Mind your own business!”, and I participated in my first protest, Women’s March on NYC. The atmosphere was electric! Until now, I’ve always been a spectator, stopping for a few minutes on the sidelines to see what’s going on. Today, I marched up the middle of Fifth Avenue, chanting “This is what democracy looks like!” and singing “The Star-Spangled Banner” while the carillon of St. Thomas Episcopal Church rang out the tune.

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I was with old friends, one of whom’s father at 88 years old walked with us the whole mile and a half, and then some to find a bite to eat afterwards. On our way to the pizzeria, he asked to stop and sit down for a moment, but when he saw a young woman take her sneaker off because her foot hurt so much, he walked his chair over to her and insisted she sit down. Imagine Donald Trump doing that….

There were boys and girls, men and women–everyone intent on getting the message across that a large swath of America cares very deeply about decency, our fellow citizens, refugees, civil rights, and women’s rights. But they did it respectfully with peace, love, and laughter.

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The cops were just as steadfast and stoic as you’d imagine. They re-routed the crowds with calm and good humor, watched without judgment, and protected everyone.

My favorite sign of the day was one word, black type, all caps, on a white background: GEEZ.

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‘Bye-bye, Obama

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Vaya con Dios and don’t be a stranger. I look forward to reading your next book, seeing your next interview, watching you at Sasha’s graduation and at Malia’s wedding, standing beside Michelle when she speaks out for decency and children’s health. Because watching the other guy who’s stepping into your job (which you performed with passion, grit, and honor)…?

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