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Mary Ellen Psaltis lives locally and eats globally. You can reach her at TheRecipeWriter@hotmail.com.
At this time of year, if you look closely and peek under the cuffs of my pants, you will see that I am wearing festive socks - ones with sparkly green trees or smiling reindeer. They are smile creators for me and for those who catch a glimpse. There are many ways to celebrate the holiday season. It might be with the choices of particular clothing items, or, of course, choices in food, which is a popular venue for almost everyone.
Sooner or later you come across a plate of tofu. For some, that event is their first and last encounter. They were disgruntled by its lack of flavor and ended up picking out the goodies around it – perhaps seasoned meat or chopped vegetables.
Do you remember the tongue twister, “She sells sea shells down by the sea shore?” Here is a new one: Steven’s sells sensational sautéed seafood salad on spinach in Shelton.
The picture remained perfectly clear in my mind: the red geraniums overflowing in the window boxes and the wooden staircase up to the second floor that had been our home in Salzburg for half a year in 2003.
The sky was sparkling blue and the sun was shining. Tiny beads of perspiration were popping up on my skin, and with my eyes closed I was listening for the mariachis in the distance. Was there a margarita within reach? Suddenly the phone rang and jostled me out of my reverie.
In April 2006, Joe Spancic was diagnosed with celiac disease. That meant eating food containing gluten would damage his small intestines and limit his body’s absorption of vital nutrients.