I love custard pie. I think it’s my favorite dessert. At least today.

I’ve always loved plain old custard, too. Baked in little glass custard cups with a healthy dose of nutmeg sprinkled over the top, it’s a simple, somewhat decadent dessert.

As I sit here in my office on this cloudy Monday morning, I can hear snow plows clunking by, snow blowers running, and a tractor up the road doing some snow removal.

Animal therapy — bringing people together with animals — has many positive effects on people, including placing a person in the moment.

There are only two things that aren’t good about a hot biscuit with butter melting upon it.

“Good boy, Toby. Good boy.”

I have found myself saying that many times over the past two years.

I wrote about torture pie a while ago, but most of you have probably forgotten – or never read it in the first place.

Folks, this week I want to tell you about my friend Charlie. In last week’s scribblin’s, I had wished him well, as sickness had taken him down. Well, my friend Charlie Herrick passed on Thursday of last week. After the battle he waged against his illness, I feel relief that at least he is not in pain anymore, but sadness too, as he will be missed by many.

The holidays are over, but there’s still time to eat fattening, unhealthy, delicious food without guilt. You can start feeling guilty next week. Or next month. Meanwhile, make yourselves a fattening, delectable breakfast: Swedish pancakes.