Author Archives | Christine Gough

How To Eat Ice Cream With Your Whole Body

This time of year, our thoughts turn to something, ANYTHING, to make us cooler.  No, no, I am not talking popped collars and wayfarer sunglasses kind of cool. Although let’s face it—those ARE still cool….I am talking boat drinks, water sports, and blasting the A/C kind of cool.  The temperatures are hovering in the triple […]

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Hand-me-downs, Leftovers and Re-runs

Are you, or do you know someone who is, one of those people who won’t eat leftovers, and would rather die than wear hand-me-down clothes?  Maybe they have the mindset that everything has to be new and fresh, or somehow someone is getting shortchanged?  I don’t get it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I […]

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Beans, Beans, The Musical Fruit

So, up until this point, my husband has managed to escape any real significant embarrassment in my stories.  Oh, I have talked about how we met, and his less than adventurous culinary tastes.  I may have mentioned a drunken party foul or two, and I DID post that picture of him in yellow tights.  But […]

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An Apple A Day Keeps Viagra Away

I know that an inordinate number of my posts have lately made reference to boys’ pieces-parts.  It isn’t because I have a perverse interest in such things.  Rather, it’s because when you have boy children, their bits are always getting them into some sort of trouble.  It’s just always there, in the way, tempting them […]

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The Skeleton in My Closet

We all have them.  Skeleton’s in our closets….It could be the wild Spring Break in Cabo, or the weekend in Las Vegas that you don’t quite remember.  Perhaps you were the one that put soap in the town’s water fountain just before the Christmas parade, or pulled the fire alarm at your graduation ceremony.  Maybe […]

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Number Nine, Jus’ The Sammich

One day, when he was about 14, my oldest son wanted to stop off at a local fast food joint for some grody junk food.  Actually, as is customary for a boy his age, he wanted this most days. On this particular day, I acquiesced. So we were standing in line behind two other local […]

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Fluffy, Chewy, Fruity and Stuffed

When I was a kid, there were two kinds of dumplings.  I mean, I am sure there were many, many kinds of dumplings then, as there are now, but in my family, there were only two.  And both went with chicken. Chicken N Dumplin’s came two ways.  One, with fluffy, cloud like dumplings, was made with […]

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About A Boy…A Tape Measure…And A Footlong Weenie

Never underestimate the importance of knowing your weights and measures. For Christmas one year, my mother gifted my boys with Home Depot tool boxes, complete with the full range of functional, but small-sized tools.  They each had a hammer, saw, pliers, screwdriver, wrench, level and tape measure.  Most children, when in possession of such items […]

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God Save The Queen–And Spotted Dick!

I love the English….Don’t you?  I mean, after all, they have been one of our strongest allies in matters of world affairs, and aside from that whole Revolutionary War thing, have been our closest friends.  Maggie Thatcher was the BOMB.  I so miss her.  And the Queen….Don’t let her fool you.  She looks like a […]

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Roasted Poblano Cream Tart With Crawfish and Corn Maque Choux

      Number of Servings: 8 Ingredients: 1.5 cups masa harina 3/4 cup cornmeal 4 teaspoons, divided salt 1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper 1 teaspoon cumin 1/2 teaspoon baking powder 1 stick cold butter 8, divided egg yolks 4 tablespoons ice water 3.5 cups, divided heavy cream 6 cloves, divided garlic 1 can, 7 oz […]

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