Food by the Gearhead's Wife

Musings on cooking for a mechanic with a discerning palate

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08 Nov

Target Practice

“If I want to build a glass outhouse at the bottom of our driveway and sh*t there, I will!” We believe the Gearhead when he says these things because, well,…

18 May

A Little Slice of Life. Emphasis on slice.

Some things the Gearhead says, with some things I say in return: “What’s for dinner?  If you say Quinoa there’s going to be trouble.” [wife edits: quinoa it is.] “I…

11 Apr

Are you blushing or is that just rage?

Wife: “I took a picture of you picking wild leeks for my blog” Gearhead: “What blog? You haven’t written one in months.” It’s true. How can I explain it? Is…

01 Dec

Who’s Game?

When I arrived home the other evening, after a day that started at 5 a.m. and still required a kid shuttle to swim practice within the hour, I noticed a…

26 Oct

Sour Grapes

What does a Gearhead do when the race season is over? Builds bridges. What does the Gearhead’s wife do when race season is over? Builds grudges. Bridge first. There is…

24 Sep

Cure for Chaos: Chutney

Cartwheel back into the carnival that is returning to school.  It’s not just the kids returning; I signed up for a creative writing course.  For fun.  And yes, our house…

29 Aug

Preservation or Preparation: same thing

Race weekend preparations are stressful. For all of us. Here’s the Coles Notes version: The race car isn’t working. It needs to be track ready in less than two days.…

05 Aug

My heart just isn’t in it. Except it is.

Frustration and disappointment: the necessary darker side, counterbalanced against… what? Hope? Optimism? No, those don’t quite fit. How about the frustratingly titled “activities of daily living”? [wife edits: how pedantic].…

12 Jul

Pink tinged orbit

When I arrived at the racetrack, the Gearhead’s car was marooned on the tarmac, a red, black and yellow beacon signaling—unmistakable—abandonment. In the moment it took to register the empty…

16 Jun

Martinis and Maniacs

I know. One should be wary of maniacal grins. But they are intriguing. There’s something else there, buried beneath. You know you’re going to have a fun time, pulled round…

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