I look forward to Claudia’s Sunday Evening Art Gallery. Today’s is fabulous! Check it out (I’m looking at you, Daughter C & The J-Man).
The preferred model of the smart person is someone whose living space is overwhelmed with books – piled on tables, chairs, shelves, heaped in the corner. Occasionally the occupant will think “now, what was it that Arnold Hasgrove said about agrarian populism in the late 19th century? I just saw that book – ah, it
Reposted from December 20, 2015. This year Mr. Big Food added cherries. Delicious. Also delicious lightly toasted and complimented by a scrambled egg and coffee. I am certain I’ve posted the recipe for Mr. Big Food’s vanočka before but it’s worth repeating. This year he substituted chopped dried apricots for the chopped nuts, and added
In the previous post, “Everybody else: Sides & fixin’s,” everybody refers to everybody else besides Mr. Big Food. This is how he describes Thanksgiving dinner on the menu posted on the fridge. He’s doing the turkey and two pies. Everybody else… . This has become Tradition.
Yesterday afternoon “Mom? Mom?” “Yes?” “I’ve decided to bake something, too. Can I use a butter from the freezer?” “Of course!” ~~ “Mom? Mom? Do we have any pear brandy?” “No, I don’t think so.” “Are you going to town?” “Yes.” “Are you going to the liquor store?” “Yes.” “Could you get some pear brandy?
As you can see, Daughter C outdid herself. Lovely, don’t you think? The weather is forecast to be very Thanksgivingy– Southern Country Mouse-wise. One or two Thanksgiving orphans will join us. Traditional menu, though not sure what Daughter C and The J-Man are bringing. Table is set. Well. Okay. Underneath all of the dishes &
He wore starched white shirts buttoned at the neck, And he’d sit in the shade and watch the chickens peck And his teeth were gone, but what the heck, I thought that he walked on water He said he was a cowboy when he was young He could handle a rope and he was good
[INSERT PHOTO]* My Mom, holding My Grandson. In a baby carrier. [Funny how punctuation changes over time, isn’t it?] I really hope I get her hair. It is gorgeous. And she is passing down the wisdom of Dr. Blanchette to us all. OplaDEEOplaDA lalala But seriously, it is a beautiful photograph. I think they are
We’ve been thinking about a meatloaf contest, starting after the holidays. I know you can’t come every week but would, say, Sunday be a good night for meatloaf night so y’all could come every couple of weeks or so? I’m just assuming you all would want to participate! 🙂 Mr. Big Food just combed through
People– like actual critters with the same number of chromosomes as you and I have– are complaining about Chinese food. I would love to have a fake, culture-appropriating Chinese restaurant in town. How cool would that be? Ah. Alas. I have to settle for a fake, culture-appropriating Mexican restaurant that offers a half way really
My relationship with this particular turkey– bless his heart– began last Friday, one week ago. Mr. Big Food had asked me to go to Kroger and procure a $0.78 / pound turkey of approximately 15-16-20 pounds. And so I did. Eventually. After some thought, we opted for the 20.25 pound bird, as opposed to the
This was one. After the morning hoopla of going to the pasture and surfing the world wide web, I finished up a book organization project and sort of refreshed my memory of a small collection of paperback texts I’d picked up at Rhodes a few years ago– from the Political Science floor. Just sitting on the
As I was just telling– emailing– Mr. Big Food’s Dad, this is a particularly busy stretch. But we have all learned, over the years, little tricks that help us not only get through, but thrive during these stretches. Big Life & all. One thing we’ve learned is that when people who know you well offer
It’s a Bunny! Lionel Reginald Bunsen, esq., by name. SItting outside the kitchen window peeking in. Lionel is a direct descendant of Robert Wilhelm Eberhard Bunsen, inventor of the Bunsen burner. Miss M was all over that 4/1 Bunny joke this morning. How was your Fool’s Day?
A BUNNY! (You must follow that link to a post from 4/1/14.) And I had you thinking all day long I was gonna quit blogging. Even AFTER Kat warned you to not trust anything I said today. (I saw the text. That’s what it said. Do not trust Mom.) Oh. By the way. The workshop
Remember what my mother says! The way you begin the New Year is the way you’ll end the Old Year. So be sure your kitchen is clean.* And before you fall asleep, stuff your pockets with cash and tuck your treasures under your pillow. *I’ve been following Mom’s advise for well on 30 or 40