Let’s start the week off with some fiddle and accordion. Here’s Calvin Volrath and Roger Lanteigne….
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All posts by “Eugene Knapik”
Eagle in Long Branch?
This afternoon, I was out walking the dogs and on the way back saw a huge bird of prey swoop behind our house and land up on our roof. It stayed there for a moment then flew to a nearby tree a couple houses to… Read More
At the Vice
Growing up, one of the major events of the spring in our house was the opening of trout season. At some point during my university days I pretty much gave up the ritual of chasing trout, but in the early 90s, along with my friend… Read More
Visitors
The Partners and I were ready for our evening walk. Leashes on. Pockets loaded up with poo-bags and dog treats. I opened the front wood door and saw a face looking in, a cat face. This was a black and white cat, a spitting image… Read More
Hop Scop Blues
It’s true there have been a few food posts around these parts lately, but fear not, this joint ain’t becoming the food network or anything like that. I was just surfing around the YouTube before bed, and stumbled upon this delightful video by Meredith Axelrod… Read More
Corn Chowder on 27th Street
I made a pot of corn chowder last night for our dinner. I’ve always loved corn soups. The most memorable corn chowder for us was on a visit to Chicago when our friend Stagg and his family took us to Ditka’s for dinner. The whole… Read More
A kitchen gadget I’ll actually use
I like to cook, but I do so without very many gadgets. We have a small kitchen and there isn’t a lot of room for stuff we don’t use all the time. Much to the surprise of most people who notice, we don’t even have… Read More
Is it….a bear?
We were walking the partners the other evening when a woman walked toward us. She stopped a dozen feet away, a look of shock and awe on her face. She looked at Georgie and looked back at us. Is it…..a bear? Another day, a guy… Read More
French Toast
It might have been 30 years since I’d had French Toast. Then one day, I thought, “I think I’d like some French Toast.” Don’t ask me what got into me. I had some crusty Italian bread and I left enough for 4 thick slices overnight.… Read More
No Particular Place to Go – a few thoughts on Chuck Berry, Rock ‘n’ Roll and growing up.
Ridin’ along in my automobile My baby beside me at the wheel. The lyrics are all rock ‘n’roll, but you didn’t have to wait for the lyrics. By the start of the second bar you know it’s Chuck Berry. It’s like that with all his… Read More
27th Street 