Kasey à la mode: Fish Wish
The other day I was chatting with my sister Donna on the phone. Somehow we started talking about the foods of our … Keep Reading
Colcannon, soda bread, and an Irish ditty
The traditional St. Patrick’s Day feast is corned beef and cabbage. Potatoes round out the meal and can be boiled or mashed. … Keep Reading
Kasey à la mode: I love lavash
When I ran my 2Beans Café, my building was right across the street from the Alexandria Pizzeria. They served breakfast, lunch, and … Keep Reading
That elusive third party everyone might like to see get crankin’.
What if we had a party, and everybody came. Well, it wouldn’t have to be everybody, just the majority of Americans who … Keep Reading
Seeing our way clear to sustainability
It could be said that we will not have peace on Earth until peace becomes more profitable than war, but applying this … Keep Reading
A Magic Ingredient
If I were to name one ingredient that influenced me the most, it would have to be balsamic vinegar. If the key … Keep Reading
Kasey à la mode: A little Valentine’s Day Sweetness
My husband Paul was born on Valentine’s Day. He once told me his mother wanted to name him Valentino. I’m so glad … Keep Reading
Year of the Pig: If only politicians were more like them
My image of our leaders in Washington is of a herd of pigs wallowing in the muck. But that’s a disservice to … Keep Reading
The (Very) Bearable Lightness of Being Over the Hill
In early January, French author and filmmaker Yann Moix took a bath into a cauldron of hot water by declaring in an … Keep Reading
Our daily bread
I’ve been thinking a lot about bread lately. As a child, I use to pester my neighbor Mrs. Swanson for bread and … Keep Reading
The Green New Deal
Caring about our future and doing something about it are two different things. While both are noble enough pursuits, only one of … Keep Reading
Turning Cabin Fever into Cabin Solace
A friend made the comment that “February is good for nothing.” I’ve never felt that way. I enjoy the peace and calm … Keep Reading