A.G.E's Joint

I'm going to have to try this one. Jus' Sayin

Writer’s choice this week? Since I want to hit #atlbeltline and do a bit of #urbanhiking while dodging kamikaze E-scooters, I’ll do something a little bit different. Since I’m between contracts, I’ve been doing most of the cooking in the house. It’s fun as long as I don’t have to do the shopping. I leave that part to the wife. She gets off on a price war. She determines the objective, researches the prices, adds the coupons and we all “cheer” her victories over the profits of Kroger. No, I don’t. I just roll my eyes when the phrase “what are we having for dinner this week” comes up. We’ve had this same conversation for 34 years. What do you want? I don’t know, chicken? If I have that again, I’ll sprout feathers...etc.etc. So, what is for dinner? Earlier this week, I fixed Pork Chops in Wine. Are you on a budget and can only afford trashy end pieces? This stew will soften them up quick. The recipe comes from a old Junior League cookbook we were given at our wedding. You know t...

As Mary made her way down the cobblestone streets, she could help but notice how Sienna was so different than Upper Saddle River. At home, everyone locked themselves in their faux French chateaus inside gated communities. Neighbors were tolerated at best, with almost no eye contact. Here the streets were narrow and the building ancient, but there was an openness. People here went out of their way to socialize and make people welcome.    The art festival was a lucky find. The villa, as beautiful as it was, was boring. Michael was going to be tied up all day and she needed to get some air. The cobblestone streets in the city center felt like the past calling to her, memories of Shabbat. Arguments put to the side while thanks for the bounty to was raised to Adonnai . The smell of challah filled the senses and she could almost hear Grampy reciting the Kadesh, the low, guttural words booming from his flowing beard. Warmth and nostalgia were good things sometimes.   S...