Cleaning Out

Moving day

A funny thing happened on our move into a new house. We lost almost everything – more than two decades worth of old stuff that had been stored in our bat-plagued attic and damp basement. Gone: Yearbooks and kids clothes and glassware that didn’t match towels that didn’t match and an almost full set of silverware with a few spoons gouged by the garbage disposal; perfectly good pots with missing lids; phones that still worked; record albums, and every mug that a child had given us for a special occasion; Barbies and board games we no longer knew how to play; our kids’ college texts books and out-of-season-out-of-style clothes. The artificial Christmas tree and the plastic Halloween pumpkins and the Thanksgiving cornucopia. Gone, gone, gone!

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The Spontaneous Pot-luck

Friends At A Dinner Party

Iowa is famous for its pot-lucks: church pot-lucks, charity pot-lucks, neighborhood pot-lucks. And my husband is famous for his cooking. He’s a retired guy who watches cooking shows the way other men watch Monday Night Football.

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More than Voting in Iowa

politicians

Iowa has more pigs than people. We also have the World Food Prize, the best creative writing program in the country and, every four years, the presidential caucuses.

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Food in the Movies

pie

I love food in the movies. I’m not talking about my own consumption -- popcorn or Junior Mints or Dots -- but the vicarious pleasure of watching as actors enjoy their food on the big screen. For the viewer, movie meals can be a deliciously, beautiful experience. I like a good movie romance as well as the next girl. But what I also like is a little knish with the kisses, a little lemon meringue with the loving.

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