Several people have wondered what “sarma” might be. Dictionary.com defines it as: sarma (pronounced: “sa:rma”) Serbian national dish. Made with minced meat (sometimes bacon is added for extra flavour), rice, onion and various spices (salt, pepper…), rolled into cabbage leaves, … Continue reading
I contemplate my immediate universe tonight: 1. Dan Bern sounds like the young Bob Dylan. I find this really cool. 2. My son is an awesome cook. We’re making sarma again, for tomorrow’s family party at my sister’s house in … Continue reading
While it is oh, so very true, that “We are what we eat” “. . . we are such stuff as dreams are made of. . . ,” it is also very true that we are made of other things … Continue reading
I wonder what kind of world we would have if everybody just simply behaved themselves. Kept their hands off other people’s stuff. Assumed that others mean well and stopped being so anally offended all the time. Stopped suing people all … Continue reading
When I was in college, in the seventies, I lived in the only co-op dorm on the IU campus: the Willkie Co-op. The rich kids lived in the high-rises and the Greek houses, but my people lived in the co-op. … Continue reading
Thank you, Buffi. Your suggestion worked, and I think my comments are back to normal now, whatever “normal” might be for me. I don’t know if I’ve ever been normal, but at this point I don’t really care any more. … Continue reading