by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 30 It was very warm afternoon on a mid-August day the summer EN was four. I loaded the blender with the ingredients for a chocolate smoothie and threw in the lone banana from the fruit basket on the counter. I poured Carl a tall glass. As I was...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 12 I.The prompt…Today’s poetry prompt in Laura Shovan’s annual poetry project (we are writing poems about food each day): Day 11. Cheese of any variety . . . my photo . . . taken in The Cheese Shop in Williamsburg,...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 11. When I was young, jelly or jam was served with toast at breakfast. Once in a while, it would be served if we had hot biscuits. . . once in a while. When I married, my husband wanted jelly/jam on the table at every meal. I objected. He...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Celebrate Life. On Friday I became one of 169,000 special people. The morning was routine. I checked out of the Radisson, caught the shuttle to ELP International Airport, checked two bags at the ticket counter, completed the TSA ritual, and walked to the end of...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 27. “If food doesn’t go bad, it’s not good for you.” That is what the Sejoyia Foods people say. They also say they have “real cookies for real humans.” That their cookies are “not your grandma’s...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 7. Tonight we had beer-ox! Some people call them bierocks, pronounced /brocks/. Some people call them piroshki. My grandkids call them meat pockets. I have a favorite memory. Really it is an accumulative memory of balmy afternoons that included...
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