Some Friday if you find yourself near Florala, on the (get it?) border of Florida and Alabama, you could do worse than stop at Sara’s Big R, “Southern Cooking at its Best,” for the Friday seafood buffet. For $11, heap…
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What about those parties?
I was talking to a neighbor who’d been talking to her neighbor whose backyard has a partial view of ours. She (the second neighbor) was complaining about “that gay couple with the drunken hot tub parties.” Now that could only…
Here’s to the paraprosdokians
Somewhat convoluted start to this blog. I’ll be doing some interviews for work of young boys who have brothers in their school, which got me thinking of the song and the line: “He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother,” then remembering…
Posted in WWWS
Brainworkers’ disease
I’m researching, among other things, treatment of the insane circa 1910. A particular malady was emerging then among “brainworkers.” It was the price of civilization, apparently, and particularly afflicted the professional class. The malady was called neurasthenia. The symptoms, as…
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Writing with a dog
A good and patient, caretaking dog helps in novel writing I believe. Jesse the dog normally sleeps in a small bed by the foot of our bed. But on nights when I’m up late writing, he won’t officially retire with…
Twilight Zone on Hiawatha Street
I often walk Jesse the Dog on Hiawatha Street, a winding, tree-lined suburban street, not much traveled. On a 15 minute walk a couple cars may pass or none, if it’s early. This is good because Jesse prefers to walk…
Downtown, 1965
I happened to come out of work on Gay Street in Knoxville at precisely 4 pm. Crystal blue sky, cool, slight breeze, the blazing emerald green of early spring and the downtown clarion bells were playing an elaborately melodic version…
Sara’s arancini
Here is the arancini recipe of my mother-in-law, Sara Conti. Like many great intuitive cooks, much of what she does is by look and feel. But this is what she says she always does and the arancini are always wonderful.…
Making arancini
Arancini, or fried rice balls (literally “little oranges”) are a Sicilian wonder. My mother-in-law, Sara, from Licata on the southern coast of Sicily, is a master. You’d think that fried rice balls would be heavy, but not hers. They are…
My Iceberg
My Iceberg, © J. Appleton, 2012 Hello again. I realize I haven’t posted in awhile, between rewriting the first chapters of the new novel and hosting Maurizio’s mother, brother and niece (more on our adventures in the next post). But…
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