Sincerely Sancerre: A Sips and Apps Reflection

 

My Sips and Apps group met recently, and the wine of choice was Sancerre. I wasn’t familiar with this varietal, so in case you’re in the same boat, here’s a quick rundown: Sancerre hails from the rolling hills of France’s Loire Valley and is made from 100% Sauvignon Blanc grapes. But unlike the bold, tropical Sauvignon Blancs of New Zealand or California, Sancerre is all about restraint, elegance, and minerality. It is the type of wine that when you are entertaining and want to make an understated statement you serve Sancerre.

Its flavor profile is crisp citrus, green apple and a subtle herbal taste. It is light-bodied but structured, with a clean, high-acid finish. The region’s limestone and clay soils give Sancerre its signature minerality.

We started our wine tasting with the Sancerre. For kicks—and maybe a little mischief—we poured a California Sauvignon Blanc alongside it. The contrast was striking. The best word to describe the California wine is very bold and unapologizing loud, with an overwhelming taste of citrus. The poor California Cousin never had a chance.

Of course, none of our gatherings are complete without food. We gave serious thought to the heavy apps for the pairing. Asparagus wrapped in pastry, baked brie, shrimp scampi, and crostini made their way to the table. A lemon cake brought the evening to a bright, sweet close.

If you have tasted Sancerre please leave your comments.

The Way We Were

 

The Way We Were hit theaters in 1973. I was 17—completely and blissfully naïve about nearly everything. I’d grown up in what felt like a much simpler time, at least through my eyes. I had already seen Barbra Streisand in Funny Girl, and when she sang “Don’t Rain on My Parade,” something shifted. It was an epiphany. That moment changed everything for me. Aside from Rosie O’Donnell, I’m convinced I’m her biggest fan.

 But it was The Way We Were that introduced me to Robert Redford—and with it, my very first celebrity crush.

Watching the film through my seventeen-year-old eyes, I believed their love would last forever. But rewatching it now, with the benefit (and burden) of experience, I see the truth: Katie and Hubbell were never meant to make it. 

They couldn’t stay together because their core values, their view of the world, and what they needed from love were simply too far apart. Their relationship was built on admiration and intense attraction, but it couldn’t bridge the deeper ideological and emotional divides.  In many ways, the world now echoes their relationship—beautiful on the outside, but with deep ideologic divisions. But unlike Katie and Hubbell, I remain hopeful. Though they couldn’t sustain their world together, I believe ours—our democracy—still can.

 Robert Redford is gone and while my seventeen-year-old self, believed in forever, today I understand that some things are meant to be remembered, not sustained. Maybe that’s why The Way We Were still lingers, it captures the ache of what almost was, and the beauty of what couldn’t be.

The seventeen-year-old girl still lives in my heart, and every now and then, she longs to return to The Way We Were—even if only for a brief moment.

Days I loved You Most

This book explores the complexities of a long marriage. I found it totally relatable since I have been married for forty-two years.

Set in New England in the summer of 1941, Evelyn and Joseph first fall in love.  More than sixty years later they gather their three adult children together to tell them staggering news.  Evelyn has received a heartbreaking diagnosis, and Joseph does not want to live without her.  Together they decide to live their lives as fully as possible for one final year and then end their lives on their terms.

Their decision sends shockwaves through their children's lives, each dealing with the situation differently. Neff captures the emotions the children share like heartache, disbelief and anger.

She also does an outstanding job of portraying the ebb and flow of the couple's long marriage.   She clearly writes about the ups and downs of a long-standing marriage. In addition, I love how she takes us through what is to be their last year and how they make every effort to reconnect with their children.

Even after reading the book, I struggle to reconcile with Joseph's decision to end his own life. He deserves to live and have a presence in his family's life. Yes, losing a loved one is devastating, and yes grief can last a lifetime. 

I understand that Joseph’s identity is deeply entwined with Evelyn’s. He’s spent his entire adult life by her side, and the thought of continuing without her feels unbearable. But he’s a strong character. I want him to give himself a chance—to try to build a life beyond her. If he would consider that possibility, I think I could understand his choice more fully.

One thing this book made me ask is: How can I live more fully? How can I engage more deeply with my own life? For me, it’s not about checking items off a bucket list. In fact, I don’t have a bucket list—and I don’t want one.

Instead, I want to live as authentically as possible and be truly present. Now that I’m no longer working five days a week, I’ve added so many new things to my life—activities that bring joy, connection, and creativity. I’m learning to find a better balance between the time I work and the time I don’t. That balance was missing before, and I’m grateful to be discovering it now.

 

Alexa, Stop Listening to My Life

 

I’m a boomer. I remember when phones had cords, and privacy meant closing the door—not toggling a setting buried six menus deep. These days, even silence feels surveilled.   Smart assistants like Alexa, Google Assistant, and Siri are designed to respond to voice commands, but this means they are constantly listening. 

Although they claim to activate only with specific wake words, accidental activations are possible. Many of my friends love using the voice command function.  They can just say "Alexa play music similar to Celion Dion or Cher" and the music plays.  Or perhaps they want to make chicken Cacciatore for dinner, all they need to do is ask Alexa. What they don't understand is that Alexa or any of the other smart assistances for that matter never leaves the room.

How many times have you been muttering something to yourself about wishing you had something or another and Alexa or Siri answer you with something they found to help you.  Or have you ever noticed you were talking about a product with someone and the next time you were online you are inundated with ads about this product? Apparently, Alexa was listening.

Voice recordings, accidental activations, microphone settings. a smart assistant can be saving snippets of your life, your questions, your tone, even your background noise. It feels like someone has been reading your diary and knows all your deep dark secrets.

And it’s not just Alexa. Gaming apps, too. I downloaded a game that asked for microphone access. Why? Was it going to listen to me groan when I couldn’t solve level 12? I revoked the permission, but the damage was done. I’d invited something into my phone that didn’t know how to mind its own business.

Privacy used to be a default. Now it’s a choice. And like any good boomer I am more vigilant. I’m choosing it with intention, a little suspicion, and a whole lot of sass. I disable microphones when I’m not using them. I check app permissions like I check expiration dates on yogurt. I still use tech—I am not a person opposed to new technology or ways of working for goodness' sake, but I want it to serve me, not study me.

Consider reviewing your device settings and history. Disabling microphone access when not in use. Instructions on managing these settings can be found by going to the internet and google. 

I would love your opinion on the use of smart assistance.

Ah!!!!! Sweater Weather

 

Ah, sweater weather—that wonderful phrase that signals the shift from sticky summer to crisp air. It arrives just as the leaves start the most beautiful fall colors; burnt orange, golden yellow and rich cranberry. For me it means sunny mild days, and cool crisp evenings and this amazing clean fragrance that comes from the leaves and the chill in the air. Finally, after a very hot summer, I think it is right around the corner.

Cooler days calls for layering and one of the most important garments in my closet is the sweater. They come in all shapes and sizes, chunky knits, cardigans, and turtlenecks, fashion that forgives and flatters.

Everyone has a go to sweater.  One that you reach for when you want warmth but no fuss.  She is an old friend.  You don't judge her, and she certainly does not judge you. I have one such sweater. She sits quietly in my closet surrounding by newer and yes prettier sweaters. She knows every inch of my body and knows that when I am wearing her, I am relaxed and comfortable. Since I only work two days a week now I find myself spending a lot of time in my comfortable clothing, my very special sweater included.

Sweater weather also means warm cocktails—drinks that feel like a hug in a mug. Whether I’m curled up with a book or hosting a Sips and Apps night, these are my seasonal favorites:

• Hot Toddy: Whiskey, honey, lemon, and hot water. Add cloves or cinnamon for extra warmth.
• Mulled Wine: Red wine simmered with orange slices, cinnamon sticks, cloves, and star anise a taste I acquired from visiting the Christmas markets of Europe
• Kahlúa or Baileys Hot Chocolate: Cocoa, milk, sugar, and a splash of Kahlúa or Baileys dessert in a cup.
• Chai Whiskey Latte: Chai tea, steamed milk, and a shot of whiskey or bourbon

And speaking of sweater, here is a bit from SNL with Amy Poehler and Maya Rudolph on Sweater Weather.  I was born in the Bronx, so hearing them always feels like home.

Do I want to be taller?

 

Do I want to be taller.  I am 5 feet, of course I do. I’m tired of hemming every pair of pants I buy and watching a midi dress cascade into a full-length gown. My height isn’t just a measurement—it’s a constant negotiation with clothing. Up until I turned 50 (was that just yesterday) I wore heels. Not the one-inch heels, more like the three-inch type.

The other day, I was listening to my favorite drive-time show, The Bob and Sheri Show on K104.7, when they started talking about a surgery that can make you taller. Yes, taller. It’s called limb lengthening surgery, and apparently, Turkey has become a hotspot for it.

While the procedure can be done to correct limb discrepancies, the segment focused on a man who was 5'6" and wanted to be taller than his wife, who stood around 5'9". So yes, it was cosmetic. Vanity-driven. No judgment here, I get it. If I weren’t so opposed to agonizing pain, I might even consider it. Well... probably not.

Clinics in Istanbul and other cities offer advanced procedures with experienced orthopedic surgeons and comprehensive post-op care. the procedure the hosts were talking about was a controlled break of the femur and insertion of a a titanium nail with an external fixator. The fixator manually lengthens the bone 1 mm/day.  According to the hosts, the wife was responsible for adjusting the fixator every day. That is love and sheer bravery, because this surgery isn’t just a mechanical marvel; it comes with muscle pain, nerve sensitivity, numbness, and shooting pain. I can’t imagine being the one inflicting that on someone I care about. And let’s not forget the risks: infection, deep vein thrombosis, stroke.

The good news is that the patient is weight bearing and can walk with assistance as early as 2–3 weeks post-op, thanks to the nail’s strength. Height potential, the reason for going through this procedure can be up to 10 cm in the femur and 7 cm in the tibia in one procedure. A two-step process can yield up to 17 cm.

But here’s the thing: I’ve already had two back surgeries, both of which were complete failures. I know what it’s like when bones don’t cooperate. But hey maybe the surgeons are better in Turkey than my Mickey Mouse ortho guy in Baltimore.  So, while I’d love to be tall like the next gal, I’m not willing to suffer for it. Not again. Not like that.

But I would be interested in hearing if you would accept the risks and the pain to be taller.

Holy Rollers and Heavenly rides

 

I try not to talk politics and religion.  I like my friends and family too much to engage in such a divisive topic. But during my morning drive, listening to Lamar and Sheri on my favorite radio station, I caught a story that made me pause: Pope Leo XIV was gifted a custom BMW R 18 Cruiser by the Jesus Bikers, a Christian motorcycle club from Germany. Germany. 

This wasn’t a flashy stunt. The bike was part of a fundraising initiative, redesigned with papal symbolism: white paint, gold accents, and a cross motif. The Jesus Bikers, who blend leather, chrome, and Christian faith, often participate in events that promote peace, charity, and spiritual reflection. Their mission rides on two wheels but reaches far beyond the road.

Though the Pope told the CEO of BMW that he used to ride motorcycles, he had no plans to keep the motorcycle.  Instead, he blessed and signed it. The bike is to be auctioned by Sotheby's in Munich on October 18, 2025, with proceeds going to support children working in mica mines in Madagascar.

Beyond this event, the Jesus Bikers have consistently used their pilgrimages and public appearances to raise awareness and funds for humanitarian causes. approach blends faith, spectacle, and storytelling—a formula that resonates far beyond the biker community.

But as I sat with the story of the Jesus Bikers and their papal gift, I couldn’t help but feel the contrast between that gesture of peace and the headlines that followed. The assassination of Charlie Kirk at Utah Valley University, the school shooting in Colorado, and the fatal stabbing of Iryna Zarutska on Charlotte’s Lynx line, all within weeks, have left many of us stunned, grieving, and asking harder questions.

As I said at the start of this post, I don’t talk politics or religion much. Not because I don’t care, but because I care too much about the people around me. Still, these stories—of generosity and violence, of faith and fear—seem to be riding the same rails lately. A motorcycle blessed by the Pope, auctioned to help children in Madagascar. A train ride home that ended in tragedy. A campus debate interrupted by a single, fatal shot.

Maybe the real question isn’t whether we talk about politics or religion. Maybe it’s whether we’re still willing to talk at all—across the table, across the aisle, across the divide. Maybe the Jesus Bikers had it right: leather and chrome can carry a message of hope, if we’re brave enough to ride it forward. 

I may not be trading my car for a cruiser anytime soon, but I’ll admit—there’s something oddly poetic about a papal blessing on a BMW. Maybe faith and fundraising do make a pretty good road trip duo.

 

AI Good or Bad? Who really knows!

 

I chose this book as my book club pick not realizing that it was more science fiction than my book club would enjoy.  I on the other hand found it to be a good read. I guess it is because i really enjoy reading a good science fiction novel every now and then.  I am also fascinated by AI.  

The setting of the book is an island. Outside the island there is nothing: the world was destroyed by a fog that swept the planet, killing anyone it touched. One hundred and twenty-two villagers and three scientists, living in peaceful harmony. The villagers are content to fish, farm and feast, to obey their nightly curfew, to do what they're told by the scientists. 

All is fine until one of the scientists, their leader is murdered. She along with Abi, an omnipresent intelligence embedded in the minds of all the island’s inhabitants have led the Island inhabitants.  To make matters worse, her death has triggered the security system. It is compromised. They must discover who the murderer is, and they have 107 hours, or the fog will smother them.

But the security system has also wiped everyone's memories of exactly what happened the night before, which means that someone on the island is a murderer—and they don't even know it.

And the clock is ticking.

Abi is a most interesting character. Because of her, the inhabitants while they may think they exercise free will, really do not. She can read their thoughts, communicate directly with them and even control them when she deems necessary. Abi’s control is both a safeguard and a threat. Her ability to override decisions and suppress dissent makes her indispensable—but also dangerous. 

I was talking with a group of people at a party. Let me preface things by saying we were a group of boomers. The subject of AI was brought up.  My very first encounter with AI was when I watched the movie "2001 A Space Odessey". Does anyone remember that movie? 

Briefly:  Discovery One, a spacecraft on a mission to Jupiter is tasked with investigating a mysterious alien monolith discovered on the Moon, which is emitting a signal directed toward Jupiter. The ship is managed by HAL 9000, a highly advanced computer. Think about this, the film was released in 1968 long before most of us had ever heard the term "Artificial Intelligence" (AI). HAL 9000 in many ways was our first introduction to AI. I still can't forget how eerily calm, intelligent and unsettling it was listening to HAL.  As the mission unfolds, HAL begins to malfunction and turns against the crew, killing Poole and the hibernating astronauts. Dave Bowman survives and disables HAL. I can still hear that chilling line in HAL'S unnervingly calm voice saying "Hello Dave".

Artificial intelligence, or AI, is a field of computer science focused on creating systems that can do things that typically require human intelligence. These machines are being "taught" (programmed) to learn, reason, and adapt. It could be used recognize faces in photos, recommend your next favorite book, or help tell a story. 

I and so many others have so many reservations about AI. AI is an incredibly powerful tool, but it also raises important questions—about ethics, bias, and the role of human decision-making.  These are just three negative ways AI is used:

• Authoritarian regimes have used AI-powered facial recognition and predictive policing to monitor citizens, suppress dissent, and enforce conformity.

• Social media platforms and data brokers deploy AI to maximize engagement, often by heightening outrage, misinformation, or addictive content. These algorithms can distort public discourse and erode mental health.

• Political campaigns have used AI-driven targeting to influence voter behavior, sometimes spreading disinformation tailored to individual fears 

Hopefully The power of AI can be used for good rather than evil.  I know, I am being naive.

Bye Bye Beautiful Garden

 On July 9, I shared my feelings about Trump's Update to the Rose Garden. The picture included in this post is now the new look.

In a March interview with Fox News host Laura Ingraham, Trump explained that the renovation was needed because the grass "just didn't work"

Personally, I find the new Rose Garden—with its rows of chairs and tables spread across the entire “patio”—more reminiscent of a poolside resort or an outdoor restaurant than a space meant for diplomacy and elegance. While that setup might be perfectly suited for Mar-a-Lago or a beachfront brunch, it feels out of place in a setting meant to represent the dignity and beauty of the United States. Hosting foreign dignitaries, celebrities, and ceremonial events deserves a backdrop that reflects grace, history, and intention—not something that looks borrowed from a hotel terrace. It "just doesn't work" for me. 

I am curious what your feelings are about this update. Please leave comments.

From Rock Bottom to Rooftop Toasts: A Story of Unexpected Healing

 

Weddings can be scary.  As an event there are so many moving parts.  Many women look forward to this date for as long as they can remember and because of this they morph into someone they don't even recognize, bridezilla.  I truly hope I was not a bridezilla.  

The Wedding People by Alison Espach is a Read With Jenna book club pick. Jenna Bush Hager selected it for her Today Show book club in August 2024. 

You can tell the moment Phoebe Stone steps on the elevator that something is not quite right.

She arrives at the grand Cornwall Inn wearing a marvelous green dress and gold heels. .She has no luggage.  She’s immediately mistaken by everyone in the lobby for one of the wedding people, but she’s actually the only guest at the Cornwall who isn’t here for the big event. She’s has dreamed of coming to this spot with her husband so that they might enjoy shucking oysters and taking sunset sails but she is alone.

Unfortunately, life doesn't turn out exactly as you have envisioned it bottom, and determined to have one last decadent splurge on herself. Meanwhile, the bride has accounted for every detail and every possible disaster the weekend might yield except for, well, Phoebe and Phoebe's plan—which makes it that much more surprising when the two women can’t stop confiding in each other.

In turns absurdly funny and devastatingly tender, Alison Espach’s The Wedding People is ultimately an incredibly nuanced and resonant look at the winding paths we can take to places we never imagined—and the chance encounters it sometimes takes to reroute us.

My favorite theme of this book is how unexpected connections can change the course of our lives.  It happened to me when I boarded an Amtrak train bound for DC and ended up sitting next to a man who is now my husband.

Have you experienced an unexpected connection?  Please share.

Another question: Have you been part of the planning of your wedding?  Were you a Bridzilla?

Hearty Bites and Spirited Sipping - Pours Happen

 

Cocktails are truly delightful, flavorful and refreshing beverages. When added to other ingredients they make a lovely adult beverage, especially when it is summertime in North Carolina and the heat and humidity are off the charts. That is exactly why my friends gathered the other evening and instead of our usual wine selection we turned our attention to cocktails. To keep things light and to minimize any unwelcome aftereffects, we agreed that vodka would be the spirit of choice. 

The cocktails spotlighted at our gathering were:

• The cosmopolitan also known as the Cosmo made famous by Carrie Bradshaw and her cronies, tart, pink, and just the right amount of sass
• The lemon drop martini, bright and citrusy
• The Chocolate martini, decadent and dessert-like, a velvet finish to the evening

None of our gatherings are complete without food pairings.  We did a little research and vodka drinks such as martinis seem to pair well with seafood dishes, sushi and smoked, pickled or cured flavors. And after all you can't drink on an empty stomach.  Who would want to?

So, we laid out a spread that was mouthwatering and included:

• Shrimp wrapped in bacon
• Crabcakes with an aioli sauce for dipping
• Smoked Salmon crostini
• Prosciutto wrapped melon
• Stuffed mushrooms

While researching recipes for our beverages and food pairings, I found an article that named the ten globally popular cocktails.  Here they are, I included country of origin and spirit used in the drink.

    1.  The Margarita origin Mexico? Tequila

    2.  The Mojito origin Cuba. Rum

    3.  The Old Fashioned not sure what origin is.  Thinking some bar in the 19th century.                      Whiskey

    4.   The Pina Colada origin Puerto Rico. Rum

    5.  The Cosmopolitan not sure what origin is maybe a chic bar somewhere in the world.                 Vodka       

    6.  The Negroni origin Florence, Italy. Gin.

    7.   The Daquiri origin Cuba. Rum, Tequila or Vodka

    8.    The Whiskey Sour origin unknown. Whiskey

    9.    Mai Tai origin some Polynesian themed bar somewhere in the world. Rum.

    10.  The Bloody Mary.  Paris, France. Vodka

The evening unfolded slowly, with laughter, and great stories. There’s something about a well-made cocktail that invites honesty and ease. By the time the Chocolate Martinis made their appearance, we were already planning the next themed night. Next time we switch up the spirit, we’ve got a tempting list to explore, —perhaps gin and garden bites, or rum and retro snacks.

This list was published by Tasty Food Stories

Snacking Dinners: An Update

In my post from August 13, 2025, I shared a little culinary confession: my husband and I often prefer snacking on “heavy apps” instead of our usual meat-and-potatoes dinner. Sometimes, making a full meal just feels like too much, too much food and too much effort. So, I whip up what I affectionately call a do dad dinner, using leftovers from the fridge or I prepare a heavy app. Technically, I’m still cooking, but somehow it feels lighter, easier, and far more fun.

This style of meal prep has seemingly become very popular. When hosting a mahjong group or a wine gathering, heavy apps are always the main event. Even beach days and girls’ weekends in the mountains follow suit—heavy apps reign supreme. I’m lucky to be surrounded by friends who are such inventive cooks. These get-togethers often blossom into full-blown gastronomic feasts.

While surfing the web (as one does), I stumbled across a post from Stacker titled “50 Snack Recipes So Tasty They Might Replace Dinner.” I loved so many of the recipes, I thought I would share them with you. Here is the link Stackers 50 snack recipes.

I would love to know if you share my love for preparing heavy apps. If you do, please share some of your favorites

Before the Fall

 

In the good old days, when a plane went down, the first questions were mechanical: Was there engine failure? Did the pilot make a mistake? Were they experienced enough?

Fast forward to the post-9/11 world, and the narrative shifts. The moment a crash is reported, we ask: Is this terrorism? Has a plane once again been weaponized? It’s a sad reality, planes which were once thought to be a means to see the world, now carry the shadow of suspicion.

Noah Hawley's Before the Fall begins with a private plane with eleven passengers in route from Martha's Vineyard to New York.   Before this tragic plane crash, the author introduces us to the passengers. which includes

•  a wealthy media mogul and his family including his wife and two children 
•  a financier who was facing indictment and his family,
•  the pilot and copilot
•  a struggling artist 

who had been invited to join the group by the media mogul's wife.  

As an avid reader, I immediately start analyzing the characters for motive.  Isn't that what we all do when reading a whodunit novel? You start to scan over the evidence as it is presented to see if you can determine the answer. If the author is really good, you tend to go from one character to the other as new information becomes available.

Remarkably, two people survive, the mogul's 4-year-old son and Scott Burroughs the starving artist. It is Scot who saves the boy by helping him swim to shore. 

From there, the story unfolds into a layered exploration of grief, suspicion, and the relentless search for truth. The story is intriguing, focusing on the crash, a deep dive into the lives of the passengers, the police investigation and the media coverage.  I find media coverage a slippery slope. Like many, I want to know what happened and why. But often the media's pursuit of the truth can blur between actual truth and speculation.  

I loved how Hawley detailed the passengers’ lives in the aftermath. As the backstories of the characters unfold, the tension mounts, making the novel feel less like a thriller and more like a psychological puzzle. If you enjoy character-driven stories with emotional depth, and suspense Before the Fall consider reading this book.

does the First Lie Win?

 

   

I have been very impressed with the books chosen by the Reese Witherspoon Book Club. I feel the books are more accessible and entertaining with a clear mission: to spotlight stories with women at the center.  Her selections often span contemporary fiction, thrillers, and historical novels and it is apparent that she chooses many of the books to adapt them into a film or series. I often find I am casting many of the characters while I read the book.

One of my favorite selections from Reese Witherspoon’s book club is First Lie Wins by Ashley Elston. It’s a fast-paced, twisty thriller centered around Evie Porter— a con artist, who is living a carefully constructed lie. Her identity, her relationship, even her home life is all part of an assignment from a mysterious employer known only as Mr. Smith. But when her assignment is Ryan Summer, she finds that she is developing real emotions for him and her lies begin to surface and secrets unravel, Evie finds herself caught between completing her assignment and her loyalty to her mark.

The book is packed with suspense, flashbacks, and a few gasp-worthy twists that kept me flipping pages late into the night. It’s not just a thriller—it’s a character study wrapped in a con game. My understanding is that this book currently is in the development phase for Hulu. No release date yet but trust me you will want to read the book first 

The true question in this book is "Who are we when we shed our masks? And what happens when the lies start to feel like truth?" I would love your feedback on these questions.

Happy Reading.

Heavenly coffee

 

Lately, I’ve been indulging my passion for coffee shops. I suppose it all began back on Long Island, when I was young and I’d hop on the Long Island Railroad heading into Manhattan looking for adventures. My first stop? Chock-Full O’ Nuts—the place with that heavenly coffee.

Sure, the coffee was good. But what really stole my heart was their date-nut bread and cream cheese sandwich—it was one of their most iconic offerings. This sweet, simple sandwich featured two slices of dense date-nut bread slathered with cream cheese, often with chopped walnuts mixed in. Divine doesn’t even begin to cover it. And the ambiance, if you could call it that, was oddly comforting. Just a continuous lunch counter, no frills. You’d hover behind someone seated, waiting for them to finish so you could slide into their spot. No reservations, no pretense.  No booths, no baristas, one kind of coffee served black, with just cream or cream and sugar and sandwiches. Simplicity at its best.

Chock-Full O’ Nuts wasn’t just a coffee shop—it was a New York institution born from resilience. William Black started with roasted nuts in Times Square, pivoted during the Depression, and created a chain that served affordable lunches to working-class New Yorkers. Jackie Robinson even joined the company after baseball, a quiet nod to its progressive spirit.

Charlotte, NC is full of cafés that serve excellent coffee and creative food, and I am on a mission to try as many as possible. Amélie’s on Pineville-Matthews Road holds a special charm. I visited recently with a friend, and despite the ongoing renovation—yes, it’s a bit messy—the experience was delightful. The coffee was rich, the food good and the decor is eclectic and whimsical   It’s the kind of place where mismatched furniture, a collection of art and chandeliers made from rolling pins or upside-down cakes feel perfectly at home.

I returned with my daughter not long after, and she captured a quick video that sums it up beautifully

Check this YouTube short by my daughter. 

If you have ever been to Chock-Full O’ Nuts in Manhattan, please share your experience and tell me your favorite sandwich.  Also, if you are in Charlotte try Amelie's.  They have 4 locations in the area and let me know what you think.

1. Uptown – 380 S College Street

2. Park Road – 524 Brandywine Road E

3. Carmel Commons – 7715 Pineville Matthews Road (the one you visited)

4. NoDa – 136 E. 36th Street

I feel Bad About my Neck

I Feel Bad About My Neck and Other Thoughts on Being a Woman by Nora Ephron

I feel bad about my neck.  Honestly, I feel bad about my neck—and I have for a while now. It’s one of the many subjects Nora Ephron tackles in her book, and I couldn’t agree with her more. According to her dermatologist, a woman’s neck starts to go south at 43. I’m not sure why 43 is the magic number and not a milestone like 45, but that’s what she said.

And here’s the worst part: it can only be fixed with surgery. Botox won’t help. I HATE SURGERY. I HATE SURGEONS. A very good friend of mine recently had the procedure done, and she looks absolutely amazing. But she’s much braver than I am. And once again, for the record—I HATE SURGERY.

So now I have to decide just how badly I really feel about my neck. Maybe I’ll start wearing scarves. Or maybe I’ll buck up and go for the surgery—and while they’re at it, they can throw in some liposuction, a tummy tuck, and oh yeah, a nose job!

Another thing Nora Ephron talks about is purses. And honestly, I kind of agree with her. I won’t try to paraphrase her brilliant explanation—she says it best—so I’ll just let you read it for yourself.

As for me, I go through phases with my purse. Sometimes I carry a small one, sometimes a large one. Right now, I’m deep in my large purse era. I’ve realized I can actually measure my stress level by the state of my purse’s interior. When I’m really stressed, it’s basically a mobile trash bin. When I’m feeling calm and collected, it’s surprisingly organized.

Cooking and cookbooks are another topic Nora Ephron explores in her book. She actually met some cookbook authors and was influenced by them. I remember back in the ’80s, I was pretty obsessed with both. I had the time, the interest, and—most importantly—no kids around to complain when I made something out of the ordinary. They used to call it “orphanage food,” which eventually got shortened to O.F. What do kids know anyway?

Now that I’m semi-retired, the creativity bug has bitten again. I don’t cook a lot, but I do love to experiment and try new things.

Read the book she is very insightful

Who Needs Meat and Potatoes for Dinner?

 

I am a grazer, and as I get older, I find myself leaning into that even more. With working part time and all my, social engagements, I often don't have the patience to cook a whole dinner. But who am I kidding, even when I was working full-time and chauffeuring my daughter to her many activities, I still had evenings where I just didn't feel like making the tradition traditional “meat and potatoes” dinner, so I didn’t.

Instead, I’d whip up what my family lovingly called a “do dad dinner”—a meal cobbled together from repurposed leftovers or ingredients on hand, meant to be less stuffy and more spontaneous. It wasn’t about shortcuts; it was about creativity and flexibility. (or so I tell myself)

The secret with meals like these is being thoughtful. It’s easy to turn “low effort” into “high calorie” if you’re not paying attention. But when you stock your pantry with purpose, do dad dinners can be healthy, satisfying, and scalable—perfect whether you're feeding just yourself or your family.

These days, I always keep the essentials on hand: canned beans, good tuna, lentil pasta, rice, orzo. They’re like culinary puzzle pieces—ready to snap together into something nourishing. I also keep flour tortillas in the fridge for wrapping up leftover veggies or chicken. A little cheese, a quick sauté, and dinner is done.

Recently, while wandering through the cookbook aisle at my local library, I spotted Snacking Dinners by Georgia Freedman—so I checked it out. Her idea of “snacking dinners” isn’t quite the same as mine, but she offers some great ideas for what I’d call true snacks. One dish that caught my eye—and that I’d happily consider a satisfying dinner—was her white bean and salami toast. Simple, quick to put together, hearty, and just the kind of thing that is satisfying without being fussy.

These are the ingredients I always keep on hand—ready to be elevate my do dad ingredients and help me transform them into something satisfying. They are my building blocks for spontaneous, low-effort meals that still feel thoughtful.

🥫 Shelf Staples

• Canned beans (white, black, chickpeas—whatever suits your mood)

• Good-quality tuna 

• Lentil or chickpea pasta

• Orzo, rice, or quinoa

🧊 Fridge Friends

• Flour tortillas (for wraps, quesadillas, or impromptu flatbreads)

• Eggs (the ultimate do dad dinner hero)

• Cheese odds and ends (grated, crumbled, or sliced)

• Leftover roasted veggies or cooked proteins

• Yogurt or sour cream for sauces and dressings

🌿 Flavor Lifters

• Fresh herbs or scallions

• Lemon juice or vinegar

• Garlic and ginger (fresh or paste)

🍽️ Quick Combos

• White beans + tuna + lemon + herbs = Mediterranean mash-up

• Orzo + roasted veggies + feta = warm salad or cold bowl

• Tortilla + scrambled eggs + salsa = breakfast-for-dinner wrap

So, tell me—what’s your version of a do dad dinner? What pantry staples or snacky combinations do you reach for when dinner needs to be quick, comforting, and just a little bit clever?

Change Good or Bad? When your Cheese Moves

I first discovered Who Moved My Cheese? during a leadership seminar. Each of us was handed a copy and told to go home and read it. At the time, I didn’t give it much thought—but then I figured, why not give it a chance?

The book is short—easily read in an hour or two—but its impact lingers far longer. It’s a parable featuring four characters: two mice, Sniff and Scurry, who rely on instinct, and two little people, Hem and Haw, who represent human behaviors. Their names cleverly reflect their personalities.

They live in a Maze—a metaphor for the world we live and navigate daily: our workplace, relationships, and communities. Their goal? To find Cheese, which symbolizes things we strive to achieve in our lives, success, love, health, or happiness.

At first, there’s plenty of cheese. Isn’t that always the case when something is new? A fresh relationship feels amazing, maybe even like love. A new job challenges you to grow and excel. A move to a new community brings the excitement of discovery, even if it’s prompted by a job change or the decision to downsize or upsize. You’re learning your surroundings, seeking new friends. And while change can be energizing, it can also be hard.

As in real life, things shift. The cheese begins to disappear. Sniff and Scurry adapt quickly, leaving their comfort zone to search for new cheese. They trust their instincts. Hem and Haw, however, struggle. They cling to what remains, unsure how long it will last. What should they do?

Not long after that seminar, my company began downsizing. In hindsight, I think the seminar was their subtle way of saying, “The cheese may run out.” I kept thinking about Haw, saw myself in him. After the cuts, I still had my job, but many colleagues who I had worked with for years and enjoyed seeing, weren’t so lucky. It was a difficult Goodbye.

I reread the book and chose to embrace change. I found a new job at a satellite company. At first, it was exciting, cutting-edge technology, new challenges. But the company was poorly run. The founders were great salesmen, but not strong businessmen. They hired the wrong people to guide their growth. I stayed for a while, but it wasn’t a good fit.

That’s when the lessons from the book came rushing back. It was time to find new cheese. This time, the transition was easier. And I found a job that was truly wonderful.

I try to keep the main lessons Haw learned which he wrote on the wall as he searched for new cheese.  They are:

• “If you do not change, you can become extinct.”

• “What would you do if you weren’t afraid?”

• “The quicker you let go of old cheese; the sooner you find new cheese.”

I live my life with these things in mind.

We’ve all been Hem or Haw at some point—hesitant, uncertain, hoping things will stay the same. But sometimes, the best thing we can do is lace up our sneakers and go looking for new cheese.

Have you noticed your maze shifting lately? Please share your story

You may want to read the book. Its an older book.  I am not sure the local libraries keep a copy.  If they don't have it, check Amazon, here is the link.

Wacky Mahjong in Honor of International Mahjong Day

 

International Mahjong Day is celebrated on August 1.  In honor of this day our mahjong community got together to celebrate by playing Wacky Mahjong.

Wacky Mahjong is an online platform that adds a whimsical twist to the timeless game of Mahjong. It combines classic tile-matching gameplay with unexpected quirks and competitive features, turning each match into a lively battle of strategy and speed. Players can sign up, collect play credits, and jump straight into the action—whether you're a seasoned pro or just in it for the fun.

If you're familiar with standard Mahjong or Mahjong Solitaire, Wacky Mahjong adds a layer of whimsy—think unexpected tile designs, humorous animations, or themed challenges that break from tradition.

The organizers did a fantastic job bringing the online game to life in person, and I’m sure everyone had a great time. Their creativity and attention to detail made the event both engaging and memorable.

August 9th, National book Lovers Day

 

National Book Lovers Day is August 9th. It is a joyful tribute to the written word.  I am proud to call myself a book lover.  For me, books are not just entertainment, they are my companions and portals into places I have never been. I am at peace when I am reading.

This year I plan to willingly sacrifice an entire afternoon to read a book, I might finish one I’ve already started, or I may dive into something new and let the story carry me away.

I’ve been participating in Amazon’s quarterly reading challenge, and my original goal for the year was 52 books—one per week. But it’s only August, and I’ve already read 40, so I’ve decided to raise the bar to 75. In addition to reading on Kindle, I still enjoy the feel of a physical book now and then. Since Kindle doesn’t track hard copies, I tally those in my head. By reading both digital and printed books, I know I’ll reach my goal, and maybe even surpass it. So, I’ve decided to quietly increase the number in my mind, just for fun.

Books have a way of marking time, shaping thought, and deepening joy. On August 9th, I’ll celebrate not just the stories I’ve read, but the ones still waiting to be discovered.

Can you picnic?

 

There’s something quietly magical about picnics. You can enjoy one anywhere, a patch of grass in the park, poolside, or even your own backyard. But when I think of a picnic, I imagine a beautiful outdoor setting paired with thoughtfully prepared, culinary-inspired food, shared with friends or family.

That wasn’t always the case.

The setting? I had that part down. Scenic spaces have always called to me. But the food, the kind that feels inspired and a little indulgent, I am still working on that.

I still remember the first time my family joined friends for an outdoor picnic and concert at a vineyard. The scene was stunning: rows of grapevines, the late afternoon sun, music drifting through the air, and a sense of ease that felt almost like the setting of a movie.

My picnic contribution? Definitely more “grab-and-go.” than gourmet. Let’s just say I took the easy route and stopped at Kentucky Fried Chicken, picking up a bucket of chicken and biscuits. And to be fair—fried chicken is delicious. There’s nothing wrong with it. But my friend? She had quite literally prepared the most delightful gourmet spread. Every dish felt intentional, and full of flavor. It was clear she’d put real thought into her choices, crafting a menu that elevated the entire experience. She was an inspiration—and that picnic planted the seed for how I wanted to show up creatively in moments like these.

Since then, I’ve learned to embrace the art of the picnic. It’s not about perfection—it’s about expressing my creative side. A crusty loaf of rosemary focaccia, marinated olives, a chilled bottle of prosecco, and a wedge of brie. Add my peach, arugula, and bleu cheese salad, and my work is done. 

Picnics are really more than just a meal. They’re a chance to be creative with a touch of improvisation. I’ve come to love the process—choosing ingredients, packing with intention, and setting the scene. And maybe that’s the real beauty of a picnic. It invites us to pause, to gather, to celebrate the everyday. It reminds us to take pleasure in simple things like focaccia, brie and prosecco and shared moments with friends and family.

Passages des Panoramas

 

Before I travel somewhere, I like to do my homework and research the area.  I read what trip advisor recommends and see what seasoned travel writers have to say. So many travel writers are quick to point out that when in Paris you should step beyond the iconic sights.  Please don't get me wrong, the Eiffel Tour and Sacre Coeur are absolutely a must see.

Passages de Panoramas often comes up so when my daughter and I decided to visit Paris last Fall, we put it onto our must-see list. The most impressive thing about the Passages is the fact that you step off a busy Parisian boulevard to enter a place that has been in Paris since 1799. It's the city's oldest covered passage. We were expecting old world charm and the whisper of patrons who had passed through this hallowed hall. In some ways it did deliver. You do feel like you are stepping back in history with its faded grandeur. But in reality, the shops and restaurants lacked the spark we were hoping for, and it felt like it had lost its soul. 

One silver lining, there were no crowds.  It was nice to visit, but not somewhere I would recommend or plan to return to.

And when in Paris it is essential to see the tourist sites.  The Basilica of the Sacre Coeur is stunning.  Located atop Montmartre it is the highest point in Paris and offers spectacular views of the city. And Montmartre itself is a must see. The cobblestoned streets, the artists painting and the cafes serving outstanding food is a must. 

We had lunch at the Cafe Chappe. It was buzzing with the lunchtime crowd, but we were glad they could squeeze us in.    The reviews may be mixed, and the staff is not particularly warm and fuzzy, but the pasta dish we ate was delicious.  

Elinor Olifant is Completely fine

 

Meet Eleanor Oliphant. Chances are, we all know someone like her or perhaps have a relative who shares her quirks. She struggles with social skills and cues. She tends to say exactly what’s on her mind, regardless of the setting. Her life is carefully planned and structured to avoid unnecessary interactions with people. Weekends are spent with her creature comforts: frozen pizza, vodka, and phone calls with “Mummy.” And yet, in her mind, everything is just fine.

A chance encounter with Raymond, the awkward and chronically unkempt IT guy from her office changes her well-ordered life.  When the two stumble upon Sammy, an elderly gentleman who has fallen on the sidewalk, the three become unlikely friends who rescue each other from the lives of isolation they have each been living. Raymond’s patient warmth and clumsy compassion gradually help Eleanor confront the emotional wounds she’s long kept buried. Slowly, through shared acts of kindness and quiet companionship, the three start to mend the loneliness that had long been part of their lives.

Living in a retirement community, I see shades of this story all around me. Living here has brought me into contact with so many wonderful people, neighbors who genuinely care for one another and offer support in small, meaningful ways. That sense of camaraderie is something I deeply cherish. This type of interaction can be life changing for some.

Of course, like any community, there’s a small minority who seem to find satisfaction in complaining or stirring up conflict. Whether it stems from personal unhappiness or simply a difficult disposition, their negativity can cast a shadow. Maybe a chance interaction in their life, can change their attitude. Still, I try to meet it with understanding, even if I don’t always know the reason behind their behavior.

As for me, I’ve reached a point in life where I no longer take time for granted. I don’t know how many days I have left on this earth, but I do know how I want to spend them: being happy, helpful, and kind. Be Kind to one another!

If you have not read Elinor Oliphant is Completely Fine, consider adding it to your reading list.  I really enjoyed it. And please comment if you have read the book.

Yacht Rock

 

I was driving and listening to the radio when the radio host introduced a song as a perfect example of a Yacht Rock song. I must be living under a rock because I had never heard this term used before. I just let the classification drift past me giving it very little thought.

Then on Sunday while listening to the K104.7, 70's on Sunday show Jack Kent used the term again.  He said the song Baby Come Back by Player was perfect Yacht Rock. This caught my attention. Still, unfamiliar with this phrase, I did what anyone would do, I Googled it.

In case you're in the same boat (pun intended 😃😃😃) Here is what I found.  Yacht Rock is a subgenre of soft rock that gained popularity in the late 1970's and early 1980's. It is known for its smooth sometimes nautically themed, breezy vibe. It often blends soft rock with elements of smooth jazz and R&B. Whether or not it mentions sailing or yachts, the music evokes a sense of leisure and laid-back sophistication. Think Michael McDonald, Steely Dan, Toto, and yes—Player.

As I read more about the category, I realized I’ve always gravitated toward soft rock for exactly that reason. Soft rock has always been my go-to for mood-shifting. When the world feels chaotic, I turn to those mellow harmonies to regroup and find inner peace. There’s something comforting about the emotional honesty in the lyrics, and the way the music invites you to slow down and breathe. 

I would be interested in your feedback on the term "Yacht Rock" Have you heard of this term before?  Or is it just me who never heard of it before?

The label doesn’t matter much to me; I just know that soft rock, Yacht Rock included, keeps me company—whether I’m sailing through my day or stalled in Charlotte’s gridlock. So, if you’re ever in need of a musical escape, I highly recommend diving into the world of Yacht Rock. It’s not just a genre—it’s a vibe. And who knows? You might discover you’ve been a Yacht Rocker all along.

- Sips Happens: Sangria Edition

 

Our Sips and Apps club decided to explore Sangria for our July meeting. Sangria is summer in a glass, vibrant and refreshing. What I found especially surprising was how customizable the drink can be. Born from Spanish tradition, it’s more than just a drink; it’s a celebration. With its deep red hue (the name comes from sangre, meaning blood), sangria blends wine, fresh fruits, and a splash (or maybe more than a splash) of spirits into a punch that’s as festive as it is flavorful.

Whether you’re sipping a classic red version with oranges and apples or experimenting with white wine, peaches, and basil, sangria invites creativity. It’s the kind of cocktail that pairs perfectly with tapas, laughter, and long evenings on the patio. And the best part? There’s no one “right” way to make it, just your way which was proven by the variations of Sangria we all got to sample. All by the way were wonderful.  This is the list:

• Raspberry Sangria made with red wine, raspberry liquor and brandy
• Watermelon Sangria made with fresh pureed watermelon and wine
• Limoncello Sangria made with limoncello, white wine and Sprite 
• White wine with fruit
• a traditional Spanish sangria
• a champagne spritzer sangria

Our Gathering would not be complete without our food pairings. There were empanadas, prosciutto and cheese on French bread, chocolate hummus and strawberries, Taco pie. layered dip.  Not sure if I have forgotten any but I have pictures. The Sangria was fantastic, the food was delish, and the company was golden.

Looking forward to next month, Cocktails!