If you look around my office prayer space or on my bedroom dresser, you’ll notice one constant: broken conch and whelk shells everywhere. Small and blue-grey, large and sun-bleached white, twisting, turning, spiraling in that gorgeous and mysterious way that sea shells do. Although I do have one perfect channeled whelk shell, which I purchased in Cape May years ago, my prized possessions are the broken shells because, as far as I’m concerned, they are far more beautiful than the ones that are perfectly intact and so lovely on the outside. (more…)
Vacation is under way here at the Poust House. Last night we fired up some S’mores. Today we are packing our annual single-serve sugar-loaded we-never-eat-this-any-other-time breakfast cereals. Every year the kids look forward to eating this stuff with abandon. (Shhh, don’t tell them most of these marshmallow-packed and chocolate-flavored cereals were considered healthy eating when I was little.)
“Pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, green clovers…” They’re magically delicious!
We will spend the next seven days eating some of the best worst food ever. Fried Oreos, waffles and ice cream, pizza and more pizza, and sugary cereals of every kind. Maybe I’ll post some shore food photos along the way. Stay tuned…
My August Life Lines column, from the most recent issue of Catholic New York:
When I turned 50 last year, I had some vague notions of how I wanted to mark my half-century on earth. A lot of it had to do with visiting friends I haven’t seen in a while, reflecting on where I’ve been and where I’d like to go next, and getting right with God.
But now that I’m closing in on the end of my year, I find that the past few months have ushered in a time of my life that can best be described as “expansion.” (more…)
This is one of Dennis’ specialities. I’ve never made it. But it is so good, I have to share it here. If you don’t like tuna steaks, the sauce is so amazing you need to make that and put it on something else — grilled veggies, a baked potato, tortilla chips, the back of your hand. Yeah, it’s that good. Make extra.
This recipe is from Bobby Flay’s Boy Gets Grill cookbook. Serve it with fresh corn-on-the-cob for a perfect summer dinner. (more…)
My annual post in remembrance of the baby I never got to meet:
For the past few days I’ve been looking at the numbers on the calendar, growing more and more introspective as we inched closer to August 6. It was 15 years ago today that I learned the baby I was carrying, my second baby, had died 11 weeks into my pregnancy. (more…)