Muskrat on Friday? You Must Be in Michigan!

Muskrat dinner with garlic

It’s black and oily and it looks like a hapless rat, its rib cage filled to overflowing with cloves of roasted garlic.  The rodent’s pungent odor wafts through the air as soon as the waitress leaves the kitchen with my entrée, plopped on the plate between the mashed potatoes and the sauerkraut.  I catch my breath, thinking that this would be completely inedible had the chef not removed its head and tail.  As it is, I think I can stomach it--but it’s still a gastronomic repast for the serious adve … [Read more...]

The Breakfast of My Dreams

I’m not one to remember my dreams when I wake up. My husband, on the other hand—well, he’s a Really Fun Guy in the mornings because he’s so full of stories about saving the world from blue rabbits while armed with only rubber bands and shaving cream…. At least I can dream vicariously, listening to his patchwork adventure tales.Last Sunday, though, I woke from a sound sleep with memories of a fantasy world of my very own. The vision was so vivid, so credible.… Perhaps, I thought, my lingering re … [Read more...]