Author Archives: stonehousemouse

I had little knowledge of southern food in my childhood. The best part of my childhood was spent growing up in New York City and that didn’t lend itself to much in the way of a fried catfish. I had my first encounter with the delights from south of the Mason-Dixon line when my Dad,Continue reading “A Dream of Catfish”

When I was a little girl my family would go on Saturdays to New York’s Chinatown. I remember the curious scents of sweet cakes sold by cart vendors, of briny fish, of delicious roasting meats and occasional floral incense. There was always a great deal of noise from restaurant kitchens and bargaining shoppers, punctuated byContinue reading “Walking through Chinatown in Spring”

My husband Martin is a wonderful man. He works hard for all of us and genuinely cares about what I would consider the important things in life. One of those is the well being of anyone who reports to him at his company. I know better than anyone how much brain space he allocates toContinue reading “Scones and Sympathy”

Winter for me is a test of endurance. As the daylight hours shorten and the daily high plummets I am firmly ensconced indoors. Here in a toasty warm kitchen with many windows I can see a dreamscape the snow has painted and sip hot tea while I watch for the turn of the seasons. IContinue reading “The long trek to spring….”