When Jesse Was 5…

By |2026-05-12T23:08:49+00:00May 18th, 2020|

I found this today It is something I wrote about Jesse when he was 5... Today I was taking care of my son Jesse. I sometime wonder where he comes up with stuff that makes me smile or laugh. When Jesse Was 5... Quick Notes Original publish date preserved. I found this today It is something I wrote about Jesse when he was 5... Today I was taking care of my son Jesse. I sometime wonder where he comes up with stuff that makes me smile or laugh. Today I asked him if he want to start to learn

Quarantine Dinner #28: Ham And Cheese

By |2026-05-12T18:21:25+00:00April 18th, 2020|

I like cooking... But sometimes you get one of those days where even making toast feels like too much work. One Of Those Nights I like cooking... But sometimes you get one of those days where even making toast feels like too much work. Last night was one of those nights. I was not inspired to cook, and we just got a FreshDirect delivery. Yay! But here’s what really happened. A couple of items were sold out, but no biggie. Kitty ordered a chicken, probably to make a chicken salad. The chicken was a whole organic, free-range, no-hormone, non-GMO,

Quarantine Dinner #26: Pasta Fazool

By |2026-05-12T18:21:03+00:00April 16th, 2020|

Taste changes. Some people can eat the same food every day. Me, I like to explore new flavors, even if I hate cleaning up afterward. Taste Changes Some people can eat the same food every day. My wife, for instance, can eat a grilled chicken salad every day. There is a running joke about that in our household... Jesse has his go-to dishes like curry, pasta, etc. Me, well, I like to try new things, explore new flavors, and find new ways of cooking. That being said, I hate cleaning up afterward, which normally comes right after exploring new

Quarantine Dinner #25: Corned Beef Hash

By |2026-05-12T04:11:08+00:00April 15th, 2020|

Life on a plate. Growing up in Chinatown, NYC, in the early 70s, I remember a lot of things I never thought about till now. Life On A Plate Growing up in Chinatown, NYC, in the early 70s, I remember a lot of things I never thought about till now. Like never having an AC, only a window fan. Going out and playing in the streets or park without supervision, or having a real curfew. I also thought about the fun things that kids now will never see again. Stoop ball. A metal bar jungle gym. Or a heavy

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