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All posts by “Eugene Knapik”
Playing in the Snow
We enjoyed Christmas Eve at my sister’s up in Hockley Valley, and were delighted to see a coating of snow on the ground. The dogs especially loved romping around in it. Memphis of course managed to get a tail full of burrs in no time.
Patychky
This morning I made “meat sticks” or patychky to bring along to my sister’s for Christmas Eve dinner. My mom used to make these every high holiday. I try to do it once each year, since she’s not around to make them anymore.
Santa Claus
This post is for all of you who were thinking, hey how come that Mister Anchovy guy never posts Christmas music. Let’s start off with Sonny Boy Williamson (II)…he just wants to find his Santa Claus and stay out of jail… and finally, here are… Read More
Veggie Cabbage Rolls
Among my earliest memories is the smell of cabbage rolls in the oven. My mom’s cabbage rolls rocked. These were not health food. They contained beef, pork and veal sauteed up with salt pork, which provided the tell-tale odour. On Sunday, I’m making a Christmas… Read More
List-Free Zone
They’ve started. The litany of year end lists have begun. Soon, there will be lists everywhere you look. The best of this, the worst of that, lists of books, lists of movies, lists of deaths, lists of restaurants, lists of everything you can think of.… Read More
Short
This is the shortest day of the year and from this day on, everything is looking up. Tomorrow, there will be 4 seconds more daylight and I plan to enjoy each of those seconds. The winter solstice itself, when the axial tilt of the earth’s… Read More
A stabbing in Long Branch…
A stabbing occurred this evening in our community. I’m not sure what time, but I drove out to the No Frills to pick up some bread at about 7:30 and saw no police activity so it must have happened sometime between then and now (typing… Read More
Song for a Monday
…it’s a blast from the past, Arlo explaining the significance of the pickle.
Shenandoah
Let’s start with Paul Clayton and how about Tennessee Ernie Ford Bob Dylan… This is an old American tune, likely from the early 19th Century. One more…here’s Paul Robeson. This version gives me the shivers.
27th Street 