Peppers and Eggs
As a child, Fridays in Lent meant Stations of the Cross after a tuna sandwich lunch in the church basement. I can still cite the fourteen stations as well as become nauseated when recalling the incense that permeated the air…
A Taste of Asia Salad
I remember my mother bemoaning she “didn’t know what make for dinner this week” on many occasions. My sister, father and I offered ideas that were often dismissed by terse comments such as “I made that last week” or “We’re…
