Around the time I was 12, I rode my bike into the front steps of the house across the street, the house where my friend Dee lived. I fell from the bike and my knee hit pavement and gravel. After I limped back to our house, I washed my knee and attempted to get as […]
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Putting the ‘Big’ into Big Papa
First time Big Papa saw Baby Bird and she saw him Big Papa got his nom de plume at work. Though he stands at 6’1”, Big Papa isn’t big as in tall like an NBA player. And, after years of walking to and from work, Big Papa isn’t big in an XXL sort of way […]
The king of kraut: a recipe in memory of my father
My father passed away early Sunday morning. When I shared the news with family and friends, each person I spoke to, talked about my father’s pickles and sauerkraut. Dad was the king of kraut. Memories of making kraut with my Dad, growing up in Fayetteville, New York, go back as far as I can remember. […]
In a pickle with the Papas
When I was growing up, my father made pickles: lots of pickles. He also made sauerkraut, horseradish and a few jars of pickled Habanero peppers, but mostly he made pickles. My Pop is the veritable Pickle Man. I have so many pickle stories that it’s hard to know where to begin. First, there was the […]