not to dine out in these troubled times is dining in. Tonight’s dinner featured scallops on a bed of radicchio, kalamata olives, sugar snap peas, and oven roasted fingerling potatoes. Though it’s risky, a Pinterest recipe was my go-to. No disappointments here! Mom would have said that we’re eating ‘high on the hog’. Skip the hog – we’ll do it with seafood.
are one of the ways I add sweetness to a salad, but they go a LONG way when you can quarter them! And I think I discovered a possible explanation for the name of a Post cereal variety…or maybe I’ve just gone nutty.
grapefruit and a rotisserie chicken have in common? They’re all things that have significance and speak into my somewhat quirky love language. After the fitful 4 hours of sleep I had last night, the Mr. speaks it fluently…and beautifully.
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Yes, among my growing stash of scraps, there were some fabric selections to make… and then unmake…
Then…YES! YES!! YES!!! Stripes ALWAYS excite me, and the dotted fabric was formerly a skirt I bought at a thrift store, waiting for its transformation. Now was its chance!
But, as with all ‘quilty’ things, I needed some things to help me along the way…
…and after several days of machine ‘quilt-as-you-go’ style quilting, and several attempts at joining the four blocks, it all came together.
Or is this the front?
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If there was one thing my mother was, she was fearless in the kitchen and even into her 90s LOVED to try new recipes. So, in remembrance of her today on her birthday, I’m going to try making hoisin sauce for some Asian meatballs and stir fry I’ll be making later for dinner.
I’m not sure it would meet the approval of your childhood friend Fung-toi, but I’m hoping it would yours.
I’m catching on, Mom…I’m catching on.
These little African Violets, once my mother’s, now make their home on my kitchen window sill. After making them my camera’s muse, I can see why she loved them so.
They were the perfect remedy for so many ills of life here on earth. Besides the fact that they must have eased her loneliness when her house was empty – first of children and then a husband of 70 years, she, as I do today, must have felt the relief from the grays, browns, and whites of winter with the arrival of each pretty bloom.
Happy Birthday, Mom. If, by chance, you’ve been asked to to tend Heaven’s African Violets – with your attention and care, I know they are in good hands. For these you left to mine, thank you so very much.
You always knew how to give good gifts. ❤️
Awwwwwww!!! It’s a drawing of me! I know because she’s got glasses, she’s smiling, and she’s waving hello! Looks like a ‘Grammie’ to me! Thank you, Maxwell! And to answer the million dollar question, YES! YES, I would LOVE to be your Valentine! You always make my ❤️ beat faster!!!
Not being a fan of any kind of shopping (add to it the urgency of returning home to a husband who had knee surgery less than 24 hours previous and the need to armor-up mentally for possible Covid exposure), I stepped into the grocery store. Not far into my first stop – the far end of the produce section – it was quiet. It was peaceful. It was colorful. It was FRAGRANT.
How grateful I was to God for this moment and as I took each photo, I worshipped. Better than any prescription’s remedy could provide – so ordered by the Great Physician and waiting for me. This was just what my soul needed.
And the shopping? Underneath my Covid mask, I smiled…
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