Blossoming crabapple and a good steak

I awoke to a good pour in the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood this Mother’s Day morning. And the coffee pot is still brewing to fill the cup the size of my head. No, I’m talking about the rain that was falling down loud and proud to awaken me this Sunday.…

Slap a couple steaks on the grill

I hear the boasts here and there from the toughies who claim they’re always ready to burn up a couple of sirloins for dinner out there in their backyard no matter the season. Yeah, buddy, you master of your own universe, captain of the propane flame, king and queen of coal, grillmeister extraordinary. Not me.…