Melange-O-Rama

Did you know that the meaning of melange is “hodgepodge” or “assortment?” I named my blog Mary J. Melange because I planned on writing a variety of content rather than singularly about cats or bicycles or poetry. It is today that I’m sharing a chaotic hodgepodge of stuff would have been called mish-mash were it not for Dan’s recent post at No Facilities. Great minds think alike, but I may have to outdo his assortment. Just because I can. IRead more

Light and Shadow

Green light of his eye holds a soulful gaze He lays in the comfort of red and gold Hardness of life digs into clouded daze The stress of being cat cannot be sold “Hey mom?” “Yes, Gibbs?” “Watcha doing?’ “Trying to write a sonnet or poem about you.” “I hope you are telling everyone that I’m a good boy.” You are, buddy, most days…” His world has changed somewhat for the better Gray paws roam free without prison’s firm gateRead more

#SoCS: Endings and Beginnings

You may have noticed that I haven’t been hanging around the blogosphere much in the last three weeks. Or perhaps you didn’t, but no matter. I’m still here. My roomie, Natasha, has moved to a place of her own, which involved far more important business than writing about cat cries and bike rides. For perhaps ten days to two weeks, it was a mad rush for Natasha to pack up her many things and bring our separation to completion. IRead more

From the Kitchen…

Natasha and I haven’t danced a polka in the kitchen for some time. It’s a bit unnatural. I’m not sure why because we often intersect in the kitchen during supper and snack time and making of the foodstuffs. You’d think we’d knock each other over once in awhile, or dance. On Saturday, Natasha was standing near the cupboard door that I needed to open. As I began to open the door, I said to her… “Watch your head.” Her response?Read more

Musings from the Pod IV: Holy Mackerel!

“Hey Gibbs!” “Yes Ziva?” “I have been meaning to ask you something. What happened Friday night?” “What do you mean?” “I want to know what happened. I heard mom yelling at you. Loudly. I heard her say the “naughty” word and then mom chased you into the bedroom and shut the door.” “Yeah, so?” “What did you do?” “Why do I always have to do something?” “Mom yelled “naughty” at you, so that probably gives it away. You always seemRead more

Eat Good Cookies

This is a great motto for December. Beginning Thursday, I will be engrossed in Cookie Baking Extravaganza 2016 for a minimum of three days. This is an annual rite of Christmas when I open Pandora’s Box and summon the evil super duper sugar gods into my kitchen. With their help and the totality of delicious ingredients (flour, eggs, peanut butter, spices, chocolate, nuts, lemon, dates, sugar, etc.), I work with the determination of Iron Chef Zeus to create several tins ofRead more

Bright Copper Kettles

I messed up on Friday’s photo challenge. I forgot to add an important piece to the gallery: Julia Child’s bright copper kettles, now housed in a display at the Smithsonian Institute in Washington, D.C. Do you see the colored circles around the kettles? That is Julia’s handiwork. She drew them around the copper pots so that when visitors (e.g., Jacques Pepin) cooked in her kitchen and subsequently took care of the dishes, they knew where to hang the pot on theRead more