tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73346136668522736162024-03-13T22:00:23.789-07:00Across the WayDewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.comBlogger390125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-22360513935619881672024-02-03T12:00:00.000-08:002024-02-03T12:00:00.151-08:00Dragon-Sitting and Donating Books<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoqUV_lmw6kkd0KONzerOMB3bgAe7-MAitMqI5DZXAk4PgNkSjhNOcXJ350uNNrO_OX3Aiye1pJri_eWBgZW_t7bdtVFAXNQ0Ku9lXZi34Uv-KXCaWdS-_VMXFkOCA5JMyX9wdfkDaTxVrog7Zv_EWtrKfdCTnAfJhilVjbTW1RT7x1yCOVC4tKSYBDk_k/s1067/IMG_5622.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoqUV_lmw6kkd0KONzerOMB3bgAe7-MAitMqI5DZXAk4PgNkSjhNOcXJ350uNNrO_OX3Aiye1pJri_eWBgZW_t7bdtVFAXNQ0Ku9lXZi34Uv-KXCaWdS-_VMXFkOCA5JMyX9wdfkDaTxVrog7Zv_EWtrKfdCTnAfJhilVjbTW1RT7x1yCOVC4tKSYBDk_k/w480-h640/IMG_5622.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">These pictures are a few months old, meant to show a stack of books to be donated that I no longer wanted to take up valuable bookshelf space. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">And the dragon atop the books came to visit me after he appeared on my son's YouTube channel as an optical illusion. (I suppose he would be called a Mona Lisa effect illusion where the eyes continue to stare at you?) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/shorts/SHwbICiGnb4">Here's a link to my son's channel showing the illusion.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I won't be able to see if the link works until it publishes but I hope it works for you. If it does, isn't that a weird optical illusion?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">If you have a husband or son or grandson who is into odd technical devices like geiger counters, I know my son would welcome new subscribers. Of course I subscribe simply to see my son's hands show his latest acquisition and listen to the current music he's chosen. He has always loved classical music. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisj8tnWERXbIpseK92IerHEHbecwtmcvuoNUmPnPsk1og-A50Q69e6MV3fAZ_1AHAIfhjk9kCwauhEk_k5QIR5Fq1QqQHsrAhns6R5s-cAstha7BHP6_s5x840em9VkFB2lOD9sWokHrl-nLak54DLQNbN8kpPpWjMW3GEAC3bY2DO5ptdRHoDTiYC2ULX/s1067/IMG_5620.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisj8tnWERXbIpseK92IerHEHbecwtmcvuoNUmPnPsk1og-A50Q69e6MV3fAZ_1AHAIfhjk9kCwauhEk_k5QIR5Fq1QqQHsrAhns6R5s-cAstha7BHP6_s5x840em9VkFB2lOD9sWokHrl-nLak54DLQNbN8kpPpWjMW3GEAC3bY2DO5ptdRHoDTiYC2ULX/w480-h640/IMG_5620.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Anyway, I couldn't understand what I was seeing and he brought the dragon to visit one day, forgot it when he left and I continued to dragon-sit until the next visit. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">And now to a quick, I promise, glimpse of the books that aren't getting a permanent space on my shelves.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghk8A8tCQSlCX0LxRPk-Wkfe1GnAWDw4CU1rHgTmjdcMFmyMTtyuO-wbJsH78SFBD76hyphenhyphenGBJmc-ADzsp2h1H39bqCEth04mb4rKT_D3cMcjN1zoDNgyPEly9nErDEEJb27sGxTNjjxj-m7q_qYYphz3vCPU0-O_GYRebdeu-77izuaqgpYFL2lqIhmexVq/s1067/IMG_5624.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghk8A8tCQSlCX0LxRPk-Wkfe1GnAWDw4CU1rHgTmjdcMFmyMTtyuO-wbJsH78SFBD76hyphenhyphenGBJmc-ADzsp2h1H39bqCEth04mb4rKT_D3cMcjN1zoDNgyPEly9nErDEEJb27sGxTNjjxj-m7q_qYYphz3vCPU0-O_GYRebdeu-77izuaqgpYFL2lqIhmexVq/w480-h640/IMG_5624.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Do you recognize any that you might have read?</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Let's start with one I thought was superbly written, <i>La's Orchestra Saves the World </i>by Alexander McCall Smith.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisAU3x8ciHFIX1NNR_fFwkDhXkFnVHKCactopaSWotErgyGf2Kp4YTgew89BhdoA5fGJg1w2179dL4U_n1b3MBS42eiLXtCQcK99Ux5XF9uRAZYIm-Ao0dXktLACLCaPYAdKyiiz0t2Q1pm0Kx-U8f4YH3yOzbSTZdTlh_Mb4LEMqlrVwdsPkRs7G2xjpM/s1067/IMG_5627.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisAU3x8ciHFIX1NNR_fFwkDhXkFnVHKCactopaSWotErgyGf2Kp4YTgew89BhdoA5fGJg1w2179dL4U_n1b3MBS42eiLXtCQcK99Ux5XF9uRAZYIm-Ao0dXktLACLCaPYAdKyiiz0t2Q1pm0Kx-U8f4YH3yOzbSTZdTlh_Mb4LEMqlrVwdsPkRs7G2xjpM/w300-h400/IMG_5627.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">While I love McCall Smith, it is only his Isabel Dalhousie mysteries set in Edinburgh that I collect and keep. This book was set in England in World War II and what impressed me about it was that the author wrote the book convincingly as someone from that era would have. Most of the time historical romance is so obviously written by someone of the future trying to be of that time period. It must be very hard to pull off, I've tried it, but McCall Smith does it so naturally. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9tCMttc64CJBNS7lcotxLFmH2j5dDeDFW0u-77RRUKutw2fGaspCzAG5OpDqv6cCnSfip5OxjJjJTuTigjEE2ksAqw4Qbo5QlR1P-E_bGwFAUcCgk1BqaBIbry_6RmcW0n9HKJoDaFXNUJEwx-mFLwQ8WNHZUB0wMHwQsap5QTpzdZohfhVlKVHsWzJs/s1067/IMG_5630.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9tCMttc64CJBNS7lcotxLFmH2j5dDeDFW0u-77RRUKutw2fGaspCzAG5OpDqv6cCnSfip5OxjJjJTuTigjEE2ksAqw4Qbo5QlR1P-E_bGwFAUcCgk1BqaBIbry_6RmcW0n9HKJoDaFXNUJEwx-mFLwQ8WNHZUB0wMHwQsap5QTpzdZohfhVlKVHsWzJs/w480-h640/IMG_5630.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i>Are You Hungry, Dear? </i>by the inimitable Doris Roberts was a fun and interesting and sometimes sad read of her life and favorite recipes. I guess I will always think of her as Marie on <i>Everybody Loves Raymond </i>who has an opinion on everything and isn't shy about letting the world know it. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">But did you know that she was married to author William Goven? I didn't until I read her book and strangely enough, on a visit to Goodwill after reading it, his name leaped out at me in the book section. I love reading published letters of celebrities lives and this book was <i>Selected Letters from a Writer's Life. </i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKR7m20wnYvkJYui5hXwORhqtvDwwOzgXGagbPnT3K0xA0JB4SAwh6uKSVmF2w4Ks8Cbrlwq9-rKPR5Y4DNQcgm0QgsrAutq0T3-CMogleFzYT7elLNlbWPht0VpNWffejDw8KgoOmQeqCe2VD5mbMmvG6rjREvf4dJqjGUFUMoKZRPdd51yn3NWd0wNK/s1067/IMG_5634.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKR7m20wnYvkJYui5hXwORhqtvDwwOzgXGagbPnT3K0xA0JB4SAwh6uKSVmF2w4Ks8Cbrlwq9-rKPR5Y4DNQcgm0QgsrAutq0T3-CMogleFzYT7elLNlbWPht0VpNWffejDw8KgoOmQeqCe2VD5mbMmvG6rjREvf4dJqjGUFUMoKZRPdd51yn3NWd0wNK/w480-h640/IMG_5634.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br />I admit I gave up halfway through and just skipped ahead to his marriage to Doris. Actually, I don't think I ever finished one of his novels. These both went to Goodwill for someone to discover. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Not going to even mention the rest of the books in the donate stack. I'm sure that the fault of them not clicking with me is simply because I love old books better than most contemporary ones. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I did donate this old book though, even though it was rare online. Perhaps a reseller will pounce on it.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuuvGgEu-8NIooKi-UAhyphenhyphenucJBqF3bpkk5LzdVQjnJSKwpOEWghLxG3zPhPq-ZbUvKFzjjsWVQ2Gw5ybzenRVygDUL8BKfNdokoI_lNXdPzG-FAaod5QXSJgdtKer_RJ0BdW2oTI8zwO5Tg2SlJU1qX27-acVvNAxn0oZ5QQF3ApprTAHSePFHp26eZHpUf/s879/IMG_5867%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="879" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuuvGgEu-8NIooKi-UAhyphenhyphenucJBqF3bpkk5LzdVQjnJSKwpOEWghLxG3zPhPq-ZbUvKFzjjsWVQ2Gw5ybzenRVygDUL8BKfNdokoI_lNXdPzG-FAaod5QXSJgdtKer_RJ0BdW2oTI8zwO5Tg2SlJU1qX27-acVvNAxn0oZ5QQF3ApprTAHSePFHp26eZHpUf/w582-h640/IMG_5867%20copy.jpg" width="582" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Earl Derr Biggers was the author of the <i>Charlie Chan </i>mysteries that I remember seeing in black and white television in my youth. And then Charlie Chan seemed to disappear, evidently because he became thought of as portraying stereotypical roles that were rightly no longer tolerated. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">There, that's fairly short, isn't it? For me?</span></p><p></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-78796133266659549422024-01-29T14:50:00.000-08:002024-01-29T14:50:26.618-08:00What I should be doing is not always what I do. <p> <span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I should be doing so many things right now other than an admittedly boring food blogpost. I set out ingredients earlier to bake cookies but haven't started yet. Instead, I started changing things around in my kitchen and then my bedroom and then the dining area of our great room. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And then I came to a stopping point, needing RH to come home and help me with some of the heavy stuff--a large picture to move from the dining area to my bedroom, the upper open shelf in the kitchen for him to clean and move things around on like I had done the lower shelf. There are things sitting on my counters, the dining table has hammer, nails, dust cloths and polish sitting on it and a few final Christmas things I took down and need to be stored, the laundry basket sitting in a chair by the dining table waiting for the table to be cleared so I can fold white things, the vacumn pulled out on the floor for him to use it on the top of a large armoir, a stepladder waiting for him to climb. And now he's home and wants to wait until tomorrow for his honey-do list. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">So I'm sitting down to rest and wanting to change a blog post here at <i>Across the Way </i>that has not been changed since December 9, </span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;">that's December</span><span style="font-size: x-large; font-style: italic;"> 9. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And everything I wanted to blog on requires this little thing or that little thing to finish up first. So I am going to dump on my poor few readers one of the many food posts that I never got around to posting. And it's a ham based menu at that, </span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i style="font-size: xx-large;">Ham, </i><span style="font-size: large;">on readers who include vegetarians and people who probably never fix ham because they always blog such beautiful <i>healthy </i>meals. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1i0X27TDci7ayeYPUifP0Ic9N3v5-eVugtCcYOpBiErUpA6x8vmELLlNbfNkPnzAf9hvk5cBQPRtp4AgPYpKB06Fm3DwhpRo_NS5w1HDZGMVvLjfF8JaduJocAaULVa8tImsKLAlL2DSLlhozaGuFybslheL6ASLNhR8DFqwpGo4ZguEbvphDyGCi6q7Q/s1104/IMG_6163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1i0X27TDci7ayeYPUifP0Ic9N3v5-eVugtCcYOpBiErUpA6x8vmELLlNbfNkPnzAf9hvk5cBQPRtp4AgPYpKB06Fm3DwhpRo_NS5w1HDZGMVvLjfF8JaduJocAaULVa8tImsKLAlL2DSLlhozaGuFybslheL6ASLNhR8DFqwpGo4ZguEbvphDyGCi6q7Q/w290-h400/IMG_6163.jpg" width="290" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;">All I can say is, please, please, please don't feel as if you have to comment, not even my faithful few who still come here. You are totally excused! This is just for my own family because we love ham. Or at least some of us do. About every three months RH buys one at Costco and we have ham and vegetables, and ham and eggs for breakfast, and ham sandwiches, and the ham bone goes in the freezer for flavoring dried beans.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;">And then the last scraps of ham go into a ham and potato casserole. And it is delicious!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSXsm4ABopTsmHbK69QxI8hb44-Y8Ep-hM3DJ9wmKBkukUFFLyEG7trsirP5a12WbGvc7c5Dm-jBinWdkAPNY75FwDtnf9bBf7OaaYuwExdj2m4HrFJLHABYqZ7GMQc5d5oOgUXuBiImSc9boDQawk4oly0tGYdVJDi1OhDHXmmPZ4ZUI-fLItyH0hDqjT/s1067/IMG_5854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSXsm4ABopTsmHbK69QxI8hb44-Y8Ep-hM3DJ9wmKBkukUFFLyEG7trsirP5a12WbGvc7c5Dm-jBinWdkAPNY75FwDtnf9bBf7OaaYuwExdj2m4HrFJLHABYqZ7GMQc5d5oOgUXuBiImSc9boDQawk4oly0tGYdVJDi1OhDHXmmPZ4ZUI-fLItyH0hDqjT/w300-h400/IMG_5854.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I don't have a written down recipe but I cook the potatoes first in a pot till tender and slice them and it has sliced onions and milk and cheese and pepper and whatnot in it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I serve braised cabbage with it.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmOULQWQe2Y6kb6ab8d0kkzZUVMtlc0HdJSNK9nKdpy2l4ISissYdbKYcLdBbwf-eSHeKjxnEkprVuHvOe7Gluxj4y7UH-JtSdNmqZGlsZEh9J0i6sjeRIA1_EYVch89-wv_35FePywhqd1Jl_2-j43_pNlTgbWCcb2QA4C0-4cLMJ4ZRiJJqIFO1JNFrs/s1067/IMG_3455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmOULQWQe2Y6kb6ab8d0kkzZUVMtlc0HdJSNK9nKdpy2l4ISissYdbKYcLdBbwf-eSHeKjxnEkprVuHvOe7Gluxj4y7UH-JtSdNmqZGlsZEh9J0i6sjeRIA1_EYVch89-wv_35FePywhqd1Jl_2-j43_pNlTgbWCcb2QA4C0-4cLMJ4ZRiJJqIFO1JNFrs/w300-h400/IMG_3455.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And this particular time I had cranberry sauce in the fridge.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJTSwSz2tXwnHgnom4RhCfjbUd2dpJWEfb9KvX3_LcZVxackQI7e_Fi_AZ5sEHRV56vMLGRLkpmlbCU9856P9MTtnG8Sel1bqhTNy4w3tZltPx2J3TLolKO9pOi4iMQiGXLt6os8tvS6-stoh7SJZeyatEjyNJhlRvV9X0D1xAPJxoRsyh8_pw_Gr9J9n/s3209/IMG_3462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3209" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJTSwSz2tXwnHgnom4RhCfjbUd2dpJWEfb9KvX3_LcZVxackQI7e_Fi_AZ5sEHRV56vMLGRLkpmlbCU9856P9MTtnG8Sel1bqhTNy4w3tZltPx2J3TLolKO9pOi4iMQiGXLt6os8tvS6-stoh7SJZeyatEjyNJhlRvV9X0D1xAPJxoRsyh8_pw_Gr9J9n/w378-h400/IMG_3462.jpg" width="378" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And that small bowl to the left was <i>Silver Palate's </i>Pineapple Bake, a bread pudding that is so good with ham.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLN1Em5ypQ4OB30cD_DpdY0CwIvJ3g3uqA9shGLNrN_qrY8Z7LqnbPb9SeN_P6qBBHyIc2dmkELUaI76tTLCRtbgvVabBr10XuNrnEsVxaa-y675WvzwEJBwikoVXQE4VepXKNt18DH_gAp7S_T2NLc5yZinr2GOAvA7qaoozbWIi6N1_HcBoVzPMc4oQJ/s800/IMG_3460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="733" data-original-width="800" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLN1Em5ypQ4OB30cD_DpdY0CwIvJ3g3uqA9shGLNrN_qrY8Z7LqnbPb9SeN_P6qBBHyIc2dmkELUaI76tTLCRtbgvVabBr10XuNrnEsVxaa-y675WvzwEJBwikoVXQE4VepXKNt18DH_gAp7S_T2NLc5yZinr2GOAvA7qaoozbWIi6N1_HcBoVzPMc4oQJ/w400-h366/IMG_3460.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://pineappleprincesses.blogspot.com/2014/04/pineapple-bake-for-easter.html">Here's a link </a>I found to the recipe that shows how simple the recipe is.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhefR3zDB30q0Ylkqm2cZeB2kjSMrlfuh0Cy4C7vd070ERwOXDTlvQPcqC46jhOTvzCHSauJ_2Q2XIQADKV1pWdCX3kKPFlEd848h5QrHFHOPEBPTa-BRAtPFGsOxQw0yxQlNcUxo7jnsKpwPzzlHXbLIaXT1EGpj10MNn24QVeScXCHVPdiSwcA8LupmR0/s800/IMG_3464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="643" data-original-width="800" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhefR3zDB30q0Ylkqm2cZeB2kjSMrlfuh0Cy4C7vd070ERwOXDTlvQPcqC46jhOTvzCHSauJ_2Q2XIQADKV1pWdCX3kKPFlEd848h5QrHFHOPEBPTa-BRAtPFGsOxQw0yxQlNcUxo7jnsKpwPzzlHXbLIaXT1EGpj10MNn24QVeScXCHVPdiSwcA8LupmR0/w400-h321/IMG_3464.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And I might as well include the recipe from <i>Food & Wine </i>that I use for ham broth that I make from the ham bone to flavor dried beans. Maybe you can read it if you're interested.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuk7TFG0YwirsOTtAktIkGDBYcs9KRLAhG5t1bOlDXLhrhToa2JRimKZT4YTWmpxcgPG038bgaLImGexUOk_sjc6g1vRFgX553UMTPK5Dqlv7yNUUKrDIGx4PonMXmhDJP-Eqsyd5WBVuYtR4Be8fhkguQMRNcyAeBNz7cfPiSdNaXI0uUOtgIAkFmGnu9/s1067/IMG_1368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuk7TFG0YwirsOTtAktIkGDBYcs9KRLAhG5t1bOlDXLhrhToa2JRimKZT4YTWmpxcgPG038bgaLImGexUOk_sjc6g1vRFgX553UMTPK5Dqlv7yNUUKrDIGx4PonMXmhDJP-Eqsyd5WBVuYtR4Be8fhkguQMRNcyAeBNz7cfPiSdNaXI0uUOtgIAkFmGnu9/w480-h640/IMG_1368.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXcTBYBtmFwfuGMoucr5dMhqu8SdKN5Z-2eTZK-qHguy_Dxm7qPutsgTW7M1NmIME-SprxiMzwDcJDSDha_fUzOu1O6aygfnrLaZ13RcRHiFnr8WbLgxSH3AWQSrfZqSB7XHg6-aTTqmLWBDvWqSp90PfKL7aS90irkMcbkAmw08kbnKdzZ7Ix7GBXVwjy/s1067/IMG_1366.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXcTBYBtmFwfuGMoucr5dMhqu8SdKN5Z-2eTZK-qHguy_Dxm7qPutsgTW7M1NmIME-SprxiMzwDcJDSDha_fUzOu1O6aygfnrLaZ13RcRHiFnr8WbLgxSH3AWQSrfZqSB7XHg6-aTTqmLWBDvWqSp90PfKL7aS90irkMcbkAmw08kbnKdzZ7Ix7GBXVwjy/w300-h400/IMG_1366.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">It's kind of fun to make, just as is any stock. At least I always feel thrifty and housewifely when I make my own stock. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Now if tomorrow I can finish up all those little projects I started today. Anyone else ever do that? Oh I forgot, you're not supposed to leave a comment on this one!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQVVkXQoB8PmNibujVsFAQHYLiID2n8jTUlKLCmG-gssYVpd8geBGxGjKApxb6uiQ4mCyp67Zg8JMWDkEb7sx3Zyioy5e3pHItFjgjoHlvgqIpy5rPEKtI5XNC0_wWWNC3KwLHeQeFOfDUXrqljLMouMKntdwgGt0GbEsYg4DXc7gdgEIQ36eqANrvaj4/s1600/Dewena's%20Kitchen%20sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQVVkXQoB8PmNibujVsFAQHYLiID2n8jTUlKLCmG-gssYVpd8geBGxGjKApxb6uiQ4mCyp67Zg8JMWDkEb7sx3Zyioy5e3pHItFjgjoHlvgqIpy5rPEKtI5XNC0_wWWNC3KwLHeQeFOfDUXrqljLMouMKntdwgGt0GbEsYg4DXc7gdgEIQ36eqANrvaj4/s320/Dewena's%20Kitchen%20sign.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-62217000126282211522023-12-09T10:57:00.000-08:002023-12-09T10:59:19.124-08:00A Christmas Mystery: Corpus Christmas by Margaret Maron<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFi9F80BafzR2I-87cNlwbuy7j7kH2z2CKFCQKeWP4r9UMQMLYoY-DXKhysigH_cNFXGVVWzRMjB6xZgMVjxYPgtFhrTHfxuXnadmIFW2e8YW3NLYAXL0iq0PfJlWLDRnz8dIgQDquckt3l8afKGFD2FK98LLj61OUGhwYg_PmxFOIIoiMXdBExMhUCVS_/s840/IMG_6366.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFi9F80BafzR2I-87cNlwbuy7j7kH2z2CKFCQKeWP4r9UMQMLYoY-DXKhysigH_cNFXGVVWzRMjB6xZgMVjxYPgtFhrTHfxuXnadmIFW2e8YW3NLYAXL0iq0PfJlWLDRnz8dIgQDquckt3l8afKGFD2FK98LLj61OUGhwYg_PmxFOIIoiMXdBExMhUCVS_/w610-h640/IMG_6366.jpg" width="610" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I enjoy the Christmas novels of my favorite mystery writers, none more than this 1989 one by Margaret Maron who wrote mysteries from the 1980s to her last one in 2017. Do you know her work? This sentence alone from a speech she once gave should tell you why I'm a fan:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"From the beginning, I loved language, I loved words, I loved the tricks that you could play with them." (Margaret Maron)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Maron's mysteries are the proof of that, especially those of one of her two strong women sleuths, Sigrid Harald of the NYPD.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFd6lUbkx8jVuxAgV8JhtwiWlI9VjBgKRi3VfUYUq-kXfMzfmDuYKpTTCdmZims4kEOHiuSU6fFHFj6LKify53TQBQefAXUikXlekcNsnnjPmJvVdP4ltGfdLUc1WSNQXdSOxw605iKm5TzN7aZzeVwWH-YnzvrH7eWF0lbvLmpnwqg8fkkxfrQJ-F7UMS/s1067/IMG_6345.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFd6lUbkx8jVuxAgV8JhtwiWlI9VjBgKRi3VfUYUq-kXfMzfmDuYKpTTCdmZims4kEOHiuSU6fFHFj6LKify53TQBQefAXUikXlekcNsnnjPmJvVdP4ltGfdLUc1WSNQXdSOxw605iKm5TzN7aZzeVwWH-YnzvrH7eWF0lbvLmpnwqg8fkkxfrQJ-F7UMS/w480-h640/IMG_6345.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">While Louise Penny's mysteries are top shelf in this bookcase, Margaret Maron's take up the entire second shelf, the hardbacks on the left about Maron's other sleuth, Deborah Knott (Judge Knott--get it?) of North Carolina, and the paperbacks on the left that are about Lieutenant Sigrid Harald.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdqH4OxY-MoWdi3gJttWQLcOEI-c2qpRftmL7_3SE_zaM7z_t6GS2kJ4a-1i8_h10bty3l3F1_EYFIuL2lR1OriOJ77u9PYcAtJaAdKm3NcoAZ_SaCLHcMAs8t8a_car_on2WNt5ICEBkkT0oi1B1klHzz3rEK5xLZwXm84SGVtmjQqQCoyLWLy4ZLea5j/s1055/IMG_6343.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1055" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdqH4OxY-MoWdi3gJttWQLcOEI-c2qpRftmL7_3SE_zaM7z_t6GS2kJ4a-1i8_h10bty3l3F1_EYFIuL2lR1OriOJ77u9PYcAtJaAdKm3NcoAZ_SaCLHcMAs8t8a_car_on2WNt5ICEBkkT0oi1B1klHzz3rEK5xLZwXm84SGVtmjQqQCoyLWLy4ZLea5j/w486-h640/IMG_6343.jpg" width="486" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i>Corpus Christmas </i>is a beautifully written, complex novel of a mystery that weaves together the fascinating story of a family home of the late 1800s to early 1900s that is currently an art museum of works collected in Europe by the family's son, and site of where the murder takes place, along with the story of Sigrid Harald, the investigating officer, and Oscar Nauman, described as "an artist of his own time and one who isn't afraid to leave the loose ends." </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67YWMnmovi47j0t4kPOXN7zBmtCK4JxZwX1MCcm3vhlV0MA3pMXXNuZHvaySH_tzEaqOPRpK0BEDgW-a-R3MuZEZU7kVCzAk36XcXQBbfKSPgyXtKRD-EQk234u2ix_enga0xJvdpKz_4xQKVvUsrPvrjhWDufGdP4EJZCQj2dCLyZKFOoBB116lIRinm/s998/IMG_6352.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="998" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67YWMnmovi47j0t4kPOXN7zBmtCK4JxZwX1MCcm3vhlV0MA3pMXXNuZHvaySH_tzEaqOPRpK0BEDgW-a-R3MuZEZU7kVCzAk36XcXQBbfKSPgyXtKRD-EQk234u2ix_enga0xJvdpKz_4xQKVvUsrPvrjhWDufGdP4EJZCQj2dCLyZKFOoBB116lIRinm/w514-h640/IMG_6352.jpg" width="514" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">While Sigrid's art appreciation belongs with pictures that look like what they are--as in the oil painting above that sits on my living room floor during the Christmas season (a story there) that my Aunt Teenie painted for us over 50 years ago--the older man Oscar Nauman is of the persuasion that "the high purpose of art is to remind us that something is always left undone."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0fQ_UI1VaV1J-zILifuyGKMuXm510oYAEAEgv-gJB-Af9YpyTjM-vQsf5y6G8thaV3JGzngX980z46-4G4i4jINBKmbZ3gFpEihROWYKc1SPNB9ffbmrpypUNxxYZoclRYhFAGVcgYSL1CYw3bnQzys_MMZb5mpKO59bsCOCBZoYnZe1BVcQ3c7gaa19D/s1067/IMG_6360.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0fQ_UI1VaV1J-zILifuyGKMuXm510oYAEAEgv-gJB-Af9YpyTjM-vQsf5y6G8thaV3JGzngX980z46-4G4i4jINBKmbZ3gFpEihROWYKc1SPNB9ffbmrpypUNxxYZoclRYhFAGVcgYSL1CYw3bnQzys_MMZb5mpKO59bsCOCBZoYnZe1BVcQ3c7gaa19D/w480-h640/IMG_6360.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Just as all the words in my beautiful old <i>Webster Universal </i>two volume dictionary weave together a language, <i>Corpus Christmas </i>uses beautiful words to weave together the story of the art world of the 1800s and the 1980s and the family life of a comfortably situated New York family from the past with the unfolding modern romance of two very different people.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCZU9cLTC3JZUBDe12Evp_Qc4xF582uCOg2RPuFmOz8KSkAyoQ6M3WLT4bsEPzSfAjpHMEg7f-TrL9wiluzn7zp6FcmUGBwA3eqEGdKMZXhJ2n2G9_pPURQBEfLt6q1bb_5m_spt5xk_kLkPxAqzRYK2Gd9RUo1cUqHoF6qFcg-inMZh2FPvAX6enUzyV/s1067/IMG_6355.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCZU9cLTC3JZUBDe12Evp_Qc4xF582uCOg2RPuFmOz8KSkAyoQ6M3WLT4bsEPzSfAjpHMEg7f-TrL9wiluzn7zp6FcmUGBwA3eqEGdKMZXhJ2n2G9_pPURQBEfLt6q1bb_5m_spt5xk_kLkPxAqzRYK2Gd9RUo1cUqHoF6qFcg-inMZh2FPvAX6enUzyV/w480-h640/IMG_6355.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">This murder mystery, the ending of which was a complete surprise to me, is as pretty as the old Polish Fantasia Fish Scale ornaments I've collected for years.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MVLsTIlcAWeAk7xrBeiOlWnzt4ogqxSk-mKIs4QEgFUr2AYgzvX7grF4QFKxGCr_yoG0sHLVhsmmXoXUw_0lNklT_Sd6CJxvCOL8Sp2_r03SVKELMc2xSdp9-1-awWI9Mqc-f0yoBghWKhYFrkBKcsfISvQvguzVuNCBfXl4IFmF-AfASO58PLHus5sy/s1067/IMG_6362.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MVLsTIlcAWeAk7xrBeiOlWnzt4ogqxSk-mKIs4QEgFUr2AYgzvX7grF4QFKxGCr_yoG0sHLVhsmmXoXUw_0lNklT_Sd6CJxvCOL8Sp2_r03SVKELMc2xSdp9-1-awWI9Mqc-f0yoBghWKhYFrkBKcsfISvQvguzVuNCBfXl4IFmF-AfASO58PLHus5sy/w480-h640/IMG_6362.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Ah, only the last book in the series will tell.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-71033244575536447432023-11-15T08:00:00.000-08:002023-11-15T08:00:00.252-08:00Peppers, Mainly<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6bLCFDns-xQjWsUQL27SromFuCLNoRfjcLyXvRLIJXyNBpKvpWEZvHV2eJRPOzCFLIBowRfEGkY47uUvpKIQeYGGZuYthcvG6G-AncNTIV8fybrAxLOSv1TY7Wfy1sKApB5K_lsLOWY3fLRqw2avnPLkIf_b9jvUXDE2hKyQlO5TyLgwmsOLPi_NLdGe/s825/IMG_5983%20copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="825" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6bLCFDns-xQjWsUQL27SromFuCLNoRfjcLyXvRLIJXyNBpKvpWEZvHV2eJRPOzCFLIBowRfEGkY47uUvpKIQeYGGZuYthcvG6G-AncNTIV8fybrAxLOSv1TY7Wfy1sKApB5K_lsLOWY3fLRqw2avnPLkIf_b9jvUXDE2hKyQlO5TyLgwmsOLPi_NLdGe/w620-h640/IMG_5983%20copy.jpg" width="620" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I love peppers. Other than the onion family, they may be my favorite vegetable. This year we grew Serrano, Jalapeño, Cayenne, Super Chili, and Anaheim (my favorite), and Tabasco peppers. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">The day before our first freeze was predicted RH cut all the Tabasco peppers, one pepper I hadn't used all summer, saving them for hot pepper sauce.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0ZxlGLzGfPlijowuTejDTcw_PXadbdAO_ZBpGK2zMhGSXqgbRMdWy0t4dYs9UIgSzZndbWee_ybhoZ1r99DINHg3kYmI8iZqeflilSJOZy9fkA1fCCiNjAVuntVu-5JXw2kX69LOiXjaL3beu4IOdiVftii1QuK5PkS7nU9eDTv3jki32IgU1K6dLr56/s819/IMG_5664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="819" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0ZxlGLzGfPlijowuTejDTcw_PXadbdAO_ZBpGK2zMhGSXqgbRMdWy0t4dYs9UIgSzZndbWee_ybhoZ1r99DINHg3kYmI8iZqeflilSJOZy9fkA1fCCiNjAVuntVu-5JXw2kX69LOiXjaL3beu4IOdiVftii1QuK5PkS7nU9eDTv3jki32IgU1K6dLr56/w391-h400/IMG_5664.jpg" width="391" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I save pretty glass bottles that are perfect for hot vinegars that enhance pots of pinto beans or collard greens all winter.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqmKNIYCzW8k0cv6bkVzgtQo6qFtDj7SuWxmk6IyZrqdE_SpMobMbkXWYB_j088Uypa1wfaL1zX3V4c2dAE6o9ALRTWd7ig7MsKEjoR8K4WwXSoSdZcdbEY5WOuMt4AkXLULtDeGOoYrP0M8Aqgucl2waehfCrFPMebeKBwGTTZtBdvMuNgeZhPka31wh9/s3409/IMG_5963.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3409" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqmKNIYCzW8k0cv6bkVzgtQo6qFtDj7SuWxmk6IyZrqdE_SpMobMbkXWYB_j088Uypa1wfaL1zX3V4c2dAE6o9ALRTWd7ig7MsKEjoR8K4WwXSoSdZcdbEY5WOuMt4AkXLULtDeGOoYrP0M8Aqgucl2waehfCrFPMebeKBwGTTZtBdvMuNgeZhPka31wh9/w355-h400/IMG_5963.jpg" width="355" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">This is the easy kind of preserving that is all I do anymore. No more chili sauce, corn relish, pepper relish, pickled peaches, and every kind of jam and jelly that I made as a younger homemaker.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Here's a picture of my mother who keeps me company in the kitchen, the expert chili sauce maker. I especially love this picture that was used at her celebration of life service the week before everything shut down in 2020. I was sitting by her when the picture was taken, our arms around each other, and I think about that when I cook.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Dewena was her middle name, as it is mine.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8YdUjE2-bTDv_nwBjYnaJnBu0oIJ5-GLYRTjnQc4RBlYLY1roR78pjXrUtniWljrUdfOChqSsF1Vw-jaeAdb3dgM0Qq3LQy8Q7WrtIJkHOQDxLnG_7SUT2Bcnp-jfY3TNv9VO_n6FWskfIJqh8mLbCzpd_GBcoyOJJuNuem14vB-X7AKs3j4w9SKuHyY/s873/IMG_5975.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="873" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8YdUjE2-bTDv_nwBjYnaJnBu0oIJ5-GLYRTjnQc4RBlYLY1roR78pjXrUtniWljrUdfOChqSsF1Vw-jaeAdb3dgM0Qq3LQy8Q7WrtIJkHOQDxLnG_7SUT2Bcnp-jfY3TNv9VO_n6FWskfIJqh8mLbCzpd_GBcoyOJJuNuem14vB-X7AKs3j4w9SKuHyY/w366-h400/IMG_5975.jpg" width="366" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I stepped out on the kitchen porch later that day to cut the rest of peppers and some herbs for Bolognese sauce for supper.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsJPfrX0_p_77L1az_BisGN9vA-TgFXnBkpSJKj-BUgvgGJMxMPS_y57BBo2OQNCYLgaYdiZ1vAaLrknlppStYb1tgFiemokSxzuZca8nTh_qrrjwfeMvoHpZBzc0lkbzOeNlaSX1OQaj6EssfI9Nb266U7xzNPefjDat5uidMgtNV2Tn6eeTQzLcE-825/s1067/IMG_5989.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsJPfrX0_p_77L1az_BisGN9vA-TgFXnBkpSJKj-BUgvgGJMxMPS_y57BBo2OQNCYLgaYdiZ1vAaLrknlppStYb1tgFiemokSxzuZca8nTh_qrrjwfeMvoHpZBzc0lkbzOeNlaSX1OQaj6EssfI9Nb266U7xzNPefjDat5uidMgtNV2Tn6eeTQzLcE-825/w300-h400/IMG_5989.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Our little cayenne plant remained small all summer, not producing enough peppers to string and hang in the kitchen.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMw4lfa4LLfqzPMfLrA3aNlfQtT7Y7OFtQ44ZHOagPNBkkR1BUIZCqLZqOu1mjGap4yR42tYq58bW6Gu2LPwIdPl0o4T0LNHeNotOOFYOJr4t3IyYgfYct-MiqPw9pwAocXinateXp-qwy-sHcsswPSM8I3ZWXx9vqStfHOb5eLNYKMSypzAfLfQvs_KIW/s1069/IMG_5968.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1069" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMw4lfa4LLfqzPMfLrA3aNlfQtT7Y7OFtQ44ZHOagPNBkkR1BUIZCqLZqOu1mjGap4yR42tYq58bW6Gu2LPwIdPl0o4T0LNHeNotOOFYOJr4t3IyYgfYct-MiqPw9pwAocXinateXp-qwy-sHcsswPSM8I3ZWXx9vqStfHOb5eLNYKMSypzAfLfQvs_KIW/w299-h400/IMG_5968.jpg" width="299" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I'm wondering if I can just store them in a glass jar after they all dry? </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Look what RH brought in from a friend later that day. Wow, the mother lode of peppers! Perfect for stuffed peppers!</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh79jCTB_2YtrYTv4jO7h8WBWfAUZsuLdu76Y9HrG-dP1G4cx3A-c5nSKAvPEZljCYaGlnCwHwm9gvg_dKEJhDb1SfzAy0J1zD-Ee_e2JQ1O4nPuaX8TY_fhIKvOJlP0vEpLMA5p78oT_G9L6jL-uZilh5LzQwupUU8PHADesfTqpo6VvvUeKR_5Rbib4ZT/s1067/IMG_6027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh79jCTB_2YtrYTv4jO7h8WBWfAUZsuLdu76Y9HrG-dP1G4cx3A-c5nSKAvPEZljCYaGlnCwHwm9gvg_dKEJhDb1SfzAy0J1zD-Ee_e2JQ1O4nPuaX8TY_fhIKvOJlP0vEpLMA5p78oT_G9L6jL-uZilh5LzQwupUU8PHADesfTqpo6VvvUeKR_5Rbib4ZT/w480-h640/IMG_6027.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">It was also a day for bringing in a few houseplants and I asked RH to bring in my favorite outdoor pot with three shade plants that was still so pretty. I picked them out with birthday money early summer, two different tiny ferns and the tall plant I can't remember the name of. Will they survive in the house? </span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuFnYk4zk9vmIffXayszAnHfkcD5OF38gpg9YkR8loAOtpSJmc1lQiavrO9-HgXsjRhkFEJkSFq3hU7QWgJU-LWXhyphenhyphenpg_HQkojDiky99BdXgmkMmUX8155UbTqh8sAapLCvIg2FxY7Tx6VtygtyIF_KwGfQN2BtkcZUM1jL1AlE1DIdE-UDbksWU-mcGwm/s1067/IMG_6033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuFnYk4zk9vmIffXayszAnHfkcD5OF38gpg9YkR8loAOtpSJmc1lQiavrO9-HgXsjRhkFEJkSFq3hU7QWgJU-LWXhyphenhyphenpg_HQkojDiky99BdXgmkMmUX8155UbTqh8sAapLCvIg2FxY7Tx6VtygtyIF_KwGfQN2BtkcZUM1jL1AlE1DIdE-UDbksWU-mcGwm/w480-h640/IMG_6033.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I also cut a few blooms from the Mandeville vine I bought with my birthday money.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnLbrreNF2Vzn9CqbxpmHs53aN6DnYob0MCxbdARGjFbTW1UKxkh9HWqycEUd5JVIlO_y19znMyMB5C9a42KNp3mbIYRNzjfSNf6H8kpKdU-_sVZTR1pwSVOlUX6XEw2tx7dxkTUaT0ncJ5PRImot_wJF9ejWEteMSt-uraIlQM507Vz1Jutx2gp_cHQDe/s1067/IMG_5996.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnLbrreNF2Vzn9CqbxpmHs53aN6DnYob0MCxbdARGjFbTW1UKxkh9HWqycEUd5JVIlO_y19znMyMB5C9a42KNp3mbIYRNzjfSNf6H8kpKdU-_sVZTR1pwSVOlUX6XEw2tx7dxkTUaT0ncJ5PRImot_wJF9ejWEteMSt-uraIlQM507Vz1Jutx2gp_cHQDe/w300-h400/IMG_5996.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">This was our first time to buy this plant and it rewarded us with blooms all summer long in the garden.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsZCQogVJgABnZb4TwCoP-Pve3O3_oedrUz7WrhOHkZF4_hsD_sg9lco91uVEt7SG0mdh781D9l7PK7Ks3OgW_VAHANJOecFmxdmJZJbi5TVoZJdrpLxSov0b9OhJDQ6ED_C6iPSXj1C-mijUxG4BFmhYFjuIxVmbYEqYQiij0WIQEjSsc-CKzE4CS_UT/s1066/0-1%20copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1066" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsZCQogVJgABnZb4TwCoP-Pve3O3_oedrUz7WrhOHkZF4_hsD_sg9lco91uVEt7SG0mdh781D9l7PK7Ks3OgW_VAHANJOecFmxdmJZJbi5TVoZJdrpLxSov0b9OhJDQ6ED_C6iPSXj1C-mijUxG4BFmhYFjuIxVmbYEqYQiij0WIQEjSsc-CKzE4CS_UT/w480-h640/0-1%20copy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I wish I could have brought the whole vine in for winter. Naturally after the hard freeze we were back to beautiful days. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Perhaps we'll even have a Tender Tennessee Thanksgiving. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">What's it looking like where you live?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">P.S. Here's the Bolognese sauce cooking away!</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZwL24cp6RYVRLheq83zr2gVcBfb5TBSBw1Elxawcr-dtrFLd6f-s_wPlZlCLIsH4HQKem6oW1ovmYiPpmlNmPUTSbytO0CgrbQWgPfQt5WCuuZWR2l-LaH8Ysnkyhm8rbBV3V9Q0qJwCQ51yCMLMIwllp7IfttMUkzm_DphAFM-AK_af2iBWYxYksTQ4/s1067/IMG_6025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZwL24cp6RYVRLheq83zr2gVcBfb5TBSBw1Elxawcr-dtrFLd6f-s_wPlZlCLIsH4HQKem6oW1ovmYiPpmlNmPUTSbytO0CgrbQWgPfQt5WCuuZWR2l-LaH8Ysnkyhm8rbBV3V9Q0qJwCQ51yCMLMIwllp7IfttMUkzm_DphAFM-AK_af2iBWYxYksTQ4/w300-h400/IMG_6025.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvK0hPO9pEUPtdds030pK8NHddiMI8SDRHdf9t4FRXlNIOGhcqtmPOUhxCG8jcoXDaxeXjlv5pakX4qkzvxE_cSSuY5WmHCIDyas25lktCP_mqpCylKsAvOL1lHkzboAiPYHHUZ0SHVxW2HNB4Ol47NqgsVZf3QLIzB6TBpRrLj30eAk7GyJlpCiuGCuk/s1600/Dewena's%20Kitchen%20sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvK0hPO9pEUPtdds030pK8NHddiMI8SDRHdf9t4FRXlNIOGhcqtmPOUhxCG8jcoXDaxeXjlv5pakX4qkzvxE_cSSuY5WmHCIDyas25lktCP_mqpCylKsAvOL1lHkzboAiPYHHUZ0SHVxW2HNB4Ol47NqgsVZf3QLIzB6TBpRrLj30eAk7GyJlpCiuGCuk/s320/Dewena's%20Kitchen%20sign.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">(This little plaque was in my mother's kitchen! Wish I knew it's history. Maybe my sisters remember?)</span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-56966476259235813872023-11-02T10:00:00.160-07:002023-11-02T10:00:00.153-07:00"Try November's Love"<p> <span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">With apologies to Melanie...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>Winter's Lover </i>by Joan Story Wright</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Come now, forget your April-bitten heart,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And try November's love. He's strong enough</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9NpvjlUwdFFFgji0xcFHF6won8N4FXA0uezC3X9lYC4AAyj-1miS5_fwopZnGg5Y6DnAt3z6Oda5kSdJ1K-grGWKMViU7qBVxpwWCzMksjwE9L1FTbq_F954fBNq7pIRCTyWFbltt7x8IK6LyEtijkj2p9S3aWxeaxomyfMWfA-Y_TFtNSnBqV9AM5LP2/s1067/IMG_5917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9NpvjlUwdFFFgji0xcFHF6won8N4FXA0uezC3X9lYC4AAyj-1miS5_fwopZnGg5Y6DnAt3z6Oda5kSdJ1K-grGWKMViU7qBVxpwWCzMksjwE9L1FTbq_F954fBNq7pIRCTyWFbltt7x8IK6LyEtijkj2p9S3aWxeaxomyfMWfA-Y_TFtNSnBqV9AM5LP2/w480-h640/IMG_5917.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">To tear your frail, beribboned dreams apart</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And make you scorn the tender for the rough</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Sureness of his love-making. Come be wise;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2g-qXG5tMrAxnDsOTt59cwIeIuV4sxoDN8DDsoMBxuxh9QLtuz-ZaMSvHh8mWb-bMCquNvPf2vLK-Loj8dkB34fUZ_hsFUvk7f7nT5nU9J3VnRgb5aJZ27P6Vm0B5Rd0BQSWL16BDAySh7LEDdPMUhFAzH7BwoIqwJr6rmtKvZmiBbKWvIclFbCK2L6Z9/s1067/IMG_5918.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2g-qXG5tMrAxnDsOTt59cwIeIuV4sxoDN8DDsoMBxuxh9QLtuz-ZaMSvHh8mWb-bMCquNvPf2vLK-Loj8dkB34fUZ_hsFUvk7f7nT5nU9J3VnRgb5aJZ27P6Vm0B5Rd0BQSWL16BDAySh7LEDdPMUhFAzH7BwoIqwJr6rmtKvZmiBbKWvIclFbCK2L6Z9/w480-h640/IMG_5918.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Put springtime's wistful fantasies away</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And wipe the blatant rainbows from your eyes.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8iu4_w0xXUKjrKSDJMNfz0hlSxIM1gVgVcnrhYPtfpycLEr42u5LecYGbIgv63WtptZCCx92FNTFKZkc-ah42Jkz6dpmLIL9QrbIZ09U15OE1VBXRReCV8COmIj22qXHasq0aqz4z0lWm0Lz_UPIHlW_lEGLa3N1R5hHEwgkUcqOYJ251R4AyelXfhes3/s1067/IMG_5923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8iu4_w0xXUKjrKSDJMNfz0hlSxIM1gVgVcnrhYPtfpycLEr42u5LecYGbIgv63WtptZCCx92FNTFKZkc-ah42Jkz6dpmLIL9QrbIZ09U15OE1VBXRReCV8COmIj22qXHasq0aqz4z0lWm0Lz_UPIHlW_lEGLa3N1R5hHEwgkUcqOYJ251R4AyelXfhes3/w480-h640/IMG_5923.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Rainbows will fade, but never the gusty gray</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Of winter's bleak caress. Spring buds deceive;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotIrKkSd5y-ptLKbby-s83_kH58AKtJea6nql2CO_1gX0fJfT_KZN0iguMi4buSa7grCIbxoCCydYkjJhVQ3VypV_sHrzeKrNvWilLwTq9LtIJBq5HuiyaMKHqJcENiCDI0qmaPFaSfqFqH-vU-ni_0DJ67bz9h6EHjMuLUWTeTiCncJlYIRLlPKGCe_Y/s1067/IMG_5916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotIrKkSd5y-ptLKbby-s83_kH58AKtJea6nql2CO_1gX0fJfT_KZN0iguMi4buSa7grCIbxoCCydYkjJhVQ3VypV_sHrzeKrNvWilLwTq9LtIJBq5HuiyaMKHqJcENiCDI0qmaPFaSfqFqH-vU-ni_0DJ67bz9h6EHjMuLUWTeTiCncJlYIRLlPKGCe_Y/w480-h640/IMG_5916.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Not so this bitter lover. Take his hand.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">He offers frank commands for weak appeals</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKefVTS830Vjxm4AJSnrGMI1NA2H_EmkG7Gm1KK1wJO7LgDkinglRQdS8DyoouKoCtDBhSMuBSPzf3Yhn-Dj7rtHwXne_znr352t4ybPAKXRkq1xdk54KDcNwu0XEhFcwlQCv7CJPtjX0Wmfi6GEvoRngY0taK0mlof1RLOYQBtfxVwAyifcBZwzUpbZI5/s1067/IMG_5921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKefVTS830Vjxm4AJSnrGMI1NA2H_EmkG7Gm1KK1wJO7LgDkinglRQdS8DyoouKoCtDBhSMuBSPzf3Yhn-Dj7rtHwXne_znr352t4ybPAKXRkq1xdk54KDcNwu0XEhFcwlQCv7CJPtjX0Wmfi6GEvoRngY0taK0mlof1RLOYQBtfxVwAyifcBZwzUpbZI5/w480-h640/IMG_5921.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And he will trade cold truth for make-believe,</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And, for rain's phantom fragrance, the demand</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Of a little muttering wind to pluck your heels.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHoLCOeNn4ENQ7t7ETjjEY7sNBBdsT54sluySdgh4HCE0tSOlzwbgaKeRBxwkx_CMU-S0DQ1nRImI0Cb9W0QZmjrVmevWnLZz1D0Nlp7s9iK5ZtcA4HpqExuuhU_BF2AqgTrowQlMUd3JVC16FGfzBDw4TbPsrKk-4G-ZTJRZgfW3K3w9IcCyMrzeSvFo/s1067/IMG_5925.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHoLCOeNn4ENQ7t7ETjjEY7sNBBdsT54sluySdgh4HCE0tSOlzwbgaKeRBxwkx_CMU-S0DQ1nRImI0Cb9W0QZmjrVmevWnLZz1D0Nlp7s9iK5ZtcA4HpqExuuhU_BF2AqgTrowQlMUd3JVC16FGfzBDw4TbPsrKk-4G-ZTJRZgfW3K3w9IcCyMrzeSvFo/w480-h640/IMG_5925.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">When I read this poem the other night in my November 1951 issue of <i>Ladies' Home Journal, </i>it filled a hole in my heart I didn't realize I had. I can't express how much I needed it. I needed tough vigor and trust, not sweetness, not this November. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I needed belief in this month that is my favorite, belief that we will make it through the headwinds that winter might bring. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">When we moved here seven years ago, RH planted two Natchez crape myrtles out front. I dearly love them but it is the old crape myrtle above that steals my heart each summer and now in the fall. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">This scene is what I see outside the bathroom window. I love this tree dressed in its summer beauty but it turns my heart to mush in late October and early November. Somehow the poem seemed to go with the pictures and they both give me strength.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Because it's a long way till summer.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXc3nfi2duB9hL7qareXSeTU7lOvesj4Baz9WG8WNjpebAmkpn2-v62zJamJqTBXzZhHVv5ierk815aYSRuyoNWKOw3ftx2DagPVuccCKTUNisqcwpRBaeciSTHtPdPSY4AXA5ehi85g6VLetoRhuzN314UGF-H_Ps_McKflb8FdCNWKODBehlBYLnylA/s1423/0-2%20copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1423" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXc3nfi2duB9hL7qareXSeTU7lOvesj4Baz9WG8WNjpebAmkpn2-v62zJamJqTBXzZhHVv5ierk815aYSRuyoNWKOw3ftx2DagPVuccCKTUNisqcwpRBaeciSTHtPdPSY4AXA5ehi85g6VLetoRhuzN314UGF-H_Ps_McKflb8FdCNWKODBehlBYLnylA/w360-h640/0-2%20copy.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><p><br /></p><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I'm going to try November's love.</span><p></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-87351548252936645602023-10-31T18:35:00.002-07:002023-10-31T18:35:34.167-07:00Beauty, When You Can<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Qx5FMglq7f9MK4oHmXUl5gSvoChbjlfAFVXB73u3f0p-dH-dYcqtOhqD-m9K-tAD0zhXFEC2f36T3p31NWiJT-0JFu2Hp0oH2B0d4Hjmd2LFgzI4JztB6y3BdjWOqY-jyxb8zG8HxFGitQkpsoTXHjzZdaYDxr1Ao8VWz2KIPWk3EJau4ziJZtciZKam/s1067/IMG_5891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Qx5FMglq7f9MK4oHmXUl5gSvoChbjlfAFVXB73u3f0p-dH-dYcqtOhqD-m9K-tAD0zhXFEC2f36T3p31NWiJT-0JFu2Hp0oH2B0d4Hjmd2LFgzI4JztB6y3BdjWOqY-jyxb8zG8HxFGitQkpsoTXHjzZdaYDxr1Ao8VWz2KIPWk3EJau4ziJZtciZKam/w480-h640/IMG_5891.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">This is a last minute effort to post here at Across the Way before October is gone as it's been almost two months since I've been here. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">The pretty pumpkin placemats that I only use in October, and only for non-messy meals were perfect to illustrate a point that's dear to my heart from one of my favorite books, <i>No Trumpet Before Him </i>by Nelia Gardner White. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqTx-POiMzPkHZ3cxN9_lkLgxr27Oi2-pK06Xc3bHDF-LxRnLt41GWWRRh1zYm0froBMBLwA9fML1-oivDPT0rN0GLz8uL3WVDzCIp0KuH5VWdUlg7Ct-AmX0Q9fTUSGiIuTrpE0dtpZVP3mZ548DhUZ5nUxtWkOh-kUMD5gMPjOypvvejxbT09QIhzjEd/s1067/IMG_5783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqTx-POiMzPkHZ3cxN9_lkLgxr27Oi2-pK06Xc3bHDF-LxRnLt41GWWRRh1zYm0froBMBLwA9fML1-oivDPT0rN0GLz8uL3WVDzCIp0KuH5VWdUlg7Ct-AmX0Q9fTUSGiIuTrpE0dtpZVP3mZ548DhUZ5nUxtWkOh-kUMD5gMPjOypvvejxbT09QIhzjEd/w480-h640/IMG_5783.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I have ten other posts here with White's label and I even posted about this book <a href="https://awindow-lookacrosstheway.blogspot.com/2019/07/books-always.html#comment-form">here in 2019</a> when we discussed reading depressing books. I pulled out this book once again this month when I needed a book to comfort me. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Every time I read one of her books I get something different from it and this time it meant even more to me than before. This time I needed the Methodist bishop's wife, needed her positive but not Pollyanna personality. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Maisie Fellowes, an author as well as Bishop Fellowes' wife, puts her husband's apple on a pretty blue dish before taking it to him. It's important to her. Beauty is important to her, in her garden and her home. This one little detail about Maisie has stuck in my mind for a decade or more since I first read it. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I had a post planned for this with pictures of my table set prettily for a plebeian supper of Tuna Fish Casserole and spinach. I took the first picture above but then put my phone on to charge and used RH's phone for pictures of the meal on the table. Little did I realize that RH's iCloud was full and when I went to send them to my phone later there were no pictures. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">So without Maisie's touch of beauty, here is my meal, in the kitchen, on the stove, not on a pretty autumn table.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkmVvEcAQa29BerUqAg6-DuMCc3pWwVLwR6HsXKkIETQTl7Vcz2NkSaHnJ-c6bME2KvCTjHCBCkTPQ3iUwgg0uQdWtpq8uwUFZAyEaC9NSioolkoTBXwkKzHHj77HMfLN5f0H1z6gDG8yDwvtuw9RwR1TU3b5POSCYxJf1sBjfsser8k9kprNYVgIBXyP/s1067/IMG_5889.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkmVvEcAQa29BerUqAg6-DuMCc3pWwVLwR6HsXKkIETQTl7Vcz2NkSaHnJ-c6bME2KvCTjHCBCkTPQ3iUwgg0uQdWtpq8uwUFZAyEaC9NSioolkoTBXwkKzHHj77HMfLN5f0H1z6gDG8yDwvtuw9RwR1TU3b5POSCYxJf1sBjfsser8k9kprNYVgIBXyP/w300-h400/IMG_5889.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPqMvRItf74rMOMinbcVY8tR4j2a2s6msAqBKaQBEJcH7O5ueWTzdTSEfs2J9Q1Q4TreZkNE7Mh9JQWU-vM8uzccLZNzWs25vQpKeqUCvSAUsvFWOIS7p4iMIw4WnS7M_hqYmaLlTzT5nBKXFHEHXnK21hU3eKwAeyjh9I1nJK0IyONA8_inwozoJNpds8/s1067/IMG_5888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPqMvRItf74rMOMinbcVY8tR4j2a2s6msAqBKaQBEJcH7O5ueWTzdTSEfs2J9Q1Q4TreZkNE7Mh9JQWU-vM8uzccLZNzWs25vQpKeqUCvSAUsvFWOIS7p4iMIw4WnS7M_hqYmaLlTzT5nBKXFHEHXnK21hU3eKwAeyjh9I1nJK0IyONA8_inwozoJNpds8/w300-h400/IMG_5888.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">There, how inspiring is that?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">But I did manage to change my current post from Back To School clothes, so there's that. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Maybe, just maybe, the plainer the meal, the more important beauty is. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-38656676615635144672023-09-05T11:21:00.143-07:002023-09-05T11:21:00.139-07:00Back to School Clothes, 1965<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCmCmFbW3hlhFEpqKQlPSz3c1fMXp1LgrguBRfX9OfKVVffwYDdmWy6Bniwd-3BZmLbFP8L_pikJGzHEAJ3vGYw94dN-zxJvHNxPfodWjujO8geI6_XSycenaaeoH0OxqhCfx2jrU8achInrHska4_n2VXdI17B5wRU2ywBS7w2X86FCY3uZ3oY_3JIFhI/s1035/img005.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1035" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCmCmFbW3hlhFEpqKQlPSz3c1fMXp1LgrguBRfX9OfKVVffwYDdmWy6Bniwd-3BZmLbFP8L_pikJGzHEAJ3vGYw94dN-zxJvHNxPfodWjujO8geI6_XSycenaaeoH0OxqhCfx2jrU8achInrHska4_n2VXdI17B5wRU2ywBS7w2X86FCY3uZ3oY_3JIFhI/w494-h640/img005.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">From this picture can you guess which movie influenced back to school clothes in 1965?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Another clue...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinDst-I9uNE-DEgJdYlhmcdZQ9qAuF5Nf5A3hnyKfJ-LP-YLpbhIIqnFmbz0bykKzGX4m8vmk-TXYr5pmS1sxPC9O4nnlB_Jjz62_lQm6ughEQQv27RtktSD-WZ9EDOBvHQ9zkJlEP-j8UMUcsHXH2C0UTHoYZmFnNir6Mec0knsnxg8MWFrbnFZDICayn/s1330/img005%20copy%203.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1330" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinDst-I9uNE-DEgJdYlhmcdZQ9qAuF5Nf5A3hnyKfJ-LP-YLpbhIIqnFmbz0bykKzGX4m8vmk-TXYr5pmS1sxPC9O4nnlB_Jjz62_lQm6ughEQQv27RtktSD-WZ9EDOBvHQ9zkJlEP-j8UMUcsHXH2C0UTHoYZmFnNir6Mec0knsnxg8MWFrbnFZDICayn/w384-h640/img005%20copy%203.jpg" width="384" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">And this darling third clue?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeUuY35EugqwfdK6FTGlWWkZqAn2go3dE0j4W9ZbMx0ZFt3pFkGfZpKaHQmA4uZPIOCfAfimQvzAcleAV7JDrR_UnY-_OYb7PEIyxMCwcm3AMrAnGL6JmMyUVgBtlseGfhI40jzb7ovqjvubsHwYKlj_FNCxxiP85_ERCIT4DvAge1-6yWryxsuNxlTecl/s1347/img004%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1347" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeUuY35EugqwfdK6FTGlWWkZqAn2go3dE0j4W9ZbMx0ZFt3pFkGfZpKaHQmA4uZPIOCfAfimQvzAcleAV7JDrR_UnY-_OYb7PEIyxMCwcm3AMrAnGL6JmMyUVgBtlseGfhI40jzb7ovqjvubsHwYKlj_FNCxxiP85_ERCIT4DvAge1-6yWryxsuNxlTecl/w380-h640/img004%20copy.jpg" width="380" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Naturally, it is the movie that for five years made more money at the box office than even <i>Gone with the Wind.......</i></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i>The Sound of Music!</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I remember seeing the movie when it premiered at Nashville's nicest movie theate<span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>r </i>in 1965. How I loved it! RH and I had only been married a few years and didn't have any children yet but if I'd had school age children I most likely would have been wanting to dress them this way for the first day of school.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And that first day of school back then was always the day after Labor Day, not some barbarous day in August when we would have still been at Pleasant Green swimming pool or Myrtle Beach.<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I loved the songs from the movie, still do. You still hear <i>These are a few of my favorite things </i>on Instagram, don't you? I think one of the most memorable scenes from the movie was <i>So Long, Farewell </i>when the von Trapp children bid adieu to their house guests one evening and disappeared one by one up the staircase, cute little Greti going last. And then of course when the song is repeated at their performance at the Salzburg Festival when they bid adieu to the audience and escape through the Alps to Switzerland. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">But back to fashion! Here are two more fall fashion pictures from my August 1965 issue of <i>Ladies' Home Journal</i>.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUAUiItWZ7mGsmgsPArq0FrOvGpXYXmvrfJrysHEPJBvQ4AQR2FdnbDMUMOFkxv7-8N4QaZVJOFVvwmQjX2txnJy401GCHDmdH-jWnJUbSB1DyA_LNL3ctxFJlOd-JbI-VJMxDQ6s-qxbT8Ov9z-CsB4IUwbhR4tL4u4C7HuFJ3euG1B3McPhH8AOUzFy/s1177/img005%20copy%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1177" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUAUiItWZ7mGsmgsPArq0FrOvGpXYXmvrfJrysHEPJBvQ4AQR2FdnbDMUMOFkxv7-8N4QaZVJOFVvwmQjX2txnJy401GCHDmdH-jWnJUbSB1DyA_LNL3ctxFJlOd-JbI-VJMxDQ6s-qxbT8Ov9z-CsB4IUwbhR4tL4u4C7HuFJ3euG1B3McPhH8AOUzFy/w436-h640/img005%20copy%202.jpg" width="436" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> and...</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCVkqpP7PJXncHNITQCKw4o8Dqb_vRvvNkmJ7ISYkzvrfpJ7qBibLY065idZmgVnEPkZ2IDYQbXiirtrbRwHDRCzJvf7QyHzVvRjUW5YHO6TS2We8wuLKkP496aSgAf4VEdvSOoDBw65dyV34CbrYczou_tAzD5-FgnjVqUkreYj8xtFj3ZhIHlndogkL/s1035/img005%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1035" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCVkqpP7PJXncHNITQCKw4o8Dqb_vRvvNkmJ7ISYkzvrfpJ7qBibLY065idZmgVnEPkZ2IDYQbXiirtrbRwHDRCzJvf7QyHzVvRjUW5YHO6TS2We8wuLKkP496aSgAf4VEdvSOoDBw65dyV34CbrYczou_tAzD5-FgnjVqUkreYj8xtFj3ZhIHlndogkL/w494-h640/img005%20copy.jpg" width="494" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> I see a slight influence of the movie in the second woman's dress, do you? </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Would school children today be caught dead in these clothes?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Do you think the style will ever come back?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Did you ever wear a dress similar to these, as a child or as an adult? </span> </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><i></i></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i> </i></span><br /></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-20119807446323061152023-09-01T14:45:00.000-07:002023-09-01T14:45:21.055-07:00September<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUNumIs9C4LrKVXm8tBAxoxMDgQ6E8izoiLfu_YqshFIa9uHGetghywuAI_JcJzIwTdMkWawBvybmOxvpqUPID9JkjAgqVvuXNWrmqe9v5XHoDUlc93prKgK1gKwJKxO41OF4J6OqJjJC3thBYJihFdA4hwyPXIezei4j9fWEEuX7HAYAcYTr4ABlguUm/s1067/IMG_5611.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUNumIs9C4LrKVXm8tBAxoxMDgQ6E8izoiLfu_YqshFIa9uHGetghywuAI_JcJzIwTdMkWawBvybmOxvpqUPID9JkjAgqVvuXNWrmqe9v5XHoDUlc93prKgK1gKwJKxO41OF4J6OqJjJC3thBYJihFdA4hwyPXIezei4j9fWEEuX7HAYAcYTr4ABlguUm/w480-h640/IMG_5611.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Back once again, practically the whole summer season gone. While it's not officially Autumn, it is September and that seems wonderful in itself. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I began Louis MacNeice's <i>Autumn Journal </i>recently in its August pages and now have arrived at MacNeice's lines I first read in Rosamunde Pilcher's <i>The Shell Seekers </i>back in the late 1980's--how could it have been that long?</span></p><p><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">September has come, it is <i>hers</i></span></p><p><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i> </i>Whose vitality leaps in the autumn,</span></p><p><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Whose nature prefers</span></p><p><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">When I read those lines of Louis MacNeice that Richard Lomax was reading to Penelope Keeling, and the lines...</span></p><p><span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And all of London littered with remembered kisses</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I just knew in my heart that Richard would die in the Invasion of Normandy and that Penelope, at war's end, would end up returning to Ambrose, poor woman.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">It took me until this summer thirty something years later to order MacNeice's <i> Autumn Journal </i>but perhaps it suits my mood at this age better. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrfWkXkjEnQaPNA_YQLGjEIxLyRHajIl-832C2cFuml4xqJSYswsBtZGQT0FUQ8Bduk2oaUxADpMQqxIl0F5xc-8yy12DwQh3rN2LVfhQoS7ps3glYg6YGxu1_kaEwXRhc9UIDMQN5LBdVRDirEUiJIXxVAuJia_9eRaIsKj2WbR3yv6kZyFFY2eG2T9vn/s1067/IMG_5597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrfWkXkjEnQaPNA_YQLGjEIxLyRHajIl-832C2cFuml4xqJSYswsBtZGQT0FUQ8Bduk2oaUxADpMQqxIl0F5xc-8yy12DwQh3rN2LVfhQoS7ps3glYg6YGxu1_kaEwXRhc9UIDMQN5LBdVRDirEUiJIXxVAuJia_9eRaIsKj2WbR3yv6kZyFFY2eG2T9vn/w480-h640/IMG_5597.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I feel a little differently about autumn this year. At my age I no longer wish July and August away in a pell-mell rush toward the season that is my favorite, but I am ready for it. <br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtEv5jxG5UoGxIF7hWb6SPvAB3Dopg2qJcA_uP5Fyqp0nbHXO8H6Dl9NMaFC2ISAx4UH0kOe1KcMFnEFEXWFV_wV1ZsRq6sroyGdPY8b-6hP_4LQvlA-HXIvJJplbNd6v0bF49mqr_jMLc2weQsYJvzCFS4F51Cx4dFrxyziATUVkKkC077fBDBaJPkQdL/s1067/IMG_5593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtEv5jxG5UoGxIF7hWb6SPvAB3Dopg2qJcA_uP5Fyqp0nbHXO8H6Dl9NMaFC2ISAx4UH0kOe1KcMFnEFEXWFV_wV1ZsRq6sroyGdPY8b-6hP_4LQvlA-HXIvJJplbNd6v0bF49mqr_jMLc2weQsYJvzCFS4F51Cx4dFrxyziATUVkKkC077fBDBaJPkQdL/w480-h640/IMG_5593.jpg" width="480" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i> I'm ready to put a few autumn touches around the house, even the browning hydrangea blossoms that I waited too long to harvest.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsH6SR80AL-x-2XYPWPMSpLQR4jwGO-tP1ht5FOi1mAogHOVltBOqvDUXeUQd7t_aTBuaN6JuLhk8ac1Ay0D-8cNDhq4evBHhk0BKJMnYWLDYTidDT2728YbQ8oghaMIvwM4WhEDqx_XqKDY81L24OQOB8pjyZUCqx4DQQiV4UXbZqSncr1enSjPflIXmz/s1067/IMG_5600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsH6SR80AL-x-2XYPWPMSpLQR4jwGO-tP1ht5FOi1mAogHOVltBOqvDUXeUQd7t_aTBuaN6JuLhk8ac1Ay0D-8cNDhq4evBHhk0BKJMnYWLDYTidDT2728YbQ8oghaMIvwM4WhEDqx_XqKDY81L24OQOB8pjyZUCqx4DQQiV4UXbZqSncr1enSjPflIXmz/w480-h640/IMG_5600.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Should I be concerned that these brown blooms seem beautiful to me?</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhitHDD1k7uWp4YUPPBiKS8WKiWGGrBCo2-v-eFcWIuXLZ104ZYB4PLYmK5o7pM-uKyw9zYtPoPhG1PVzsvXndEyJuDSAb3hYXtkIt1FRDsZpbVMa1Ea64-rbEC5OBbFe-NTDpO_a0JL2jQBpsZT_eCFRsrgpHmHqLfUp7UoeHEwfAU68PK2RI22bABuiq/s1067/IMG_5603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhitHDD1k7uWp4YUPPBiKS8WKiWGGrBCo2-v-eFcWIuXLZ104ZYB4PLYmK5o7pM-uKyw9zYtPoPhG1PVzsvXndEyJuDSAb3hYXtkIt1FRDsZpbVMa1Ea64-rbEC5OBbFe-NTDpO_a0JL2jQBpsZT_eCFRsrgpHmHqLfUp7UoeHEwfAU68PK2RI22bABuiq/w480-h640/IMG_5603.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Or that MacNeice's foreboding poetry of 1938 both makes me quietly happy and particularly sad?</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">That's okay, I reassure myself.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">It is September and I will savor every day, maybe even sparkle a little bit the way the chandelier does on the Karen Adams calendar that my daughter Christy gives me each Christmas. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoXTnyGsJWtOy6mYU6sncz623idOUnHvhvNU54h8u516Vczhc__qAYrlmHjX9Q6io9EOYKRfjbJy4HSDhYMokPSbZIysXCSQTD5BKo91qeQPBYkK3y0IUw5BuMKxmFlecrSbtaT5mspN80a9DmlUe-0yxnmrwAvomcEW5Gbc4il2FMlSHCTsO017ZvU_6_/s800/IMG_5613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="376" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoXTnyGsJWtOy6mYU6sncz623idOUnHvhvNU54h8u516Vczhc__qAYrlmHjX9Q6io9EOYKRfjbJy4HSDhYMokPSbZIysXCSQTD5BKo91qeQPBYkK3y0IUw5BuMKxmFlecrSbtaT5mspN80a9DmlUe-0yxnmrwAvomcEW5Gbc4il2FMlSHCTsO017ZvU_6_/w640-h300/IMG_5613.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I hope </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">you </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">sparkle this September too!<br /></span><p></p><p></p><blockquote><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></blockquote><br /><p></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-25553337753088369842023-06-06T13:33:00.000-07:002023-06-06T13:33:03.107-07:00The Sunday Egg<p> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUYCXTJKdvwLdbRgQ1zl1i2GRVK2ksZpdi3RaudViKxehSdEuReo3498BGufQ46nF1fl1aIHN_nAGEGVJ9wF20f8y887FxRrETM1gOfGx5yfwpsK7qK0LL1y0-IhTGZq5s7aRb0pByOyirnAyBlFYo-xXOyoVORguujSN1My6pjy1twbe5cF3gG2jPQ/s1067/IMG_4599.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUYCXTJKdvwLdbRgQ1zl1i2GRVK2ksZpdi3RaudViKxehSdEuReo3498BGufQ46nF1fl1aIHN_nAGEGVJ9wF20f8y887FxRrETM1gOfGx5yfwpsK7qK0LL1y0-IhTGZq5s7aRb0pByOyirnAyBlFYo-xXOyoVORguujSN1My6pjy1twbe5cF3gG2jPQ/w480-h640/IMG_4599.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">We look forward to something all week, like <i>The Sunday Egg.</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-pKr2mCXlgYEjgRYhdsHuAlaMtQwLL3eOM0K32QzJEEhPqHYThDy4-JMHkkI17CKvis4kkIpZzqqwO7l4AHuS4FgEgPckCenir0MPcRsuRrb8Hi8MNiWJ-6OqRDh42lFUdMpe2sTCcX8C_ePtW9vUNCBQEeWKFbJJuNBt_P2SfUAVEVYb0J0p_vTNzw/s1067/IMG_4593.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-pKr2mCXlgYEjgRYhdsHuAlaMtQwLL3eOM0K32QzJEEhPqHYThDy4-JMHkkI17CKvis4kkIpZzqqwO7l4AHuS4FgEgPckCenir0MPcRsuRrb8Hi8MNiWJ-6OqRDh42lFUdMpe2sTCcX8C_ePtW9vUNCBQEeWKFbJJuNBt_P2SfUAVEVYb0J0p_vTNzw/w480-h640/IMG_4593.jpg" width="480" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /> </i></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">It comes without fail and we gulp it down.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8m5MT_6h3bB50JlLoelqZdQnf-9ZK02lHCAc8iGO6C2RU_BPOqy55YCvWv3xW9wvY0TKcIY8azywBPvbYNc6MuUntMvbgCO6pwHWL_iaKMHHBc28lvPKzDGFQ1mjoUN-cXeb7Pkz_fsDfbTPurO_XXfxmhg9ip-zz-xSMn3IhEw30Z9dIj7EyNqWp5w/s1067/IMG_4598.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8m5MT_6h3bB50JlLoelqZdQnf-9ZK02lHCAc8iGO6C2RU_BPOqy55YCvWv3xW9wvY0TKcIY8azywBPvbYNc6MuUntMvbgCO6pwHWL_iaKMHHBc28lvPKzDGFQ1mjoUN-cXeb7Pkz_fsDfbTPurO_XXfxmhg9ip-zz-xSMn3IhEw30Z9dIj7EyNqWp5w/w480-h640/IMG_4598.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"> Sometimes we even share.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEittIb3T1SMJyE4HLKUBlYcD5_35zmdfJEH1SSiS-RwPAtP8bEcTZtldkykJx29jY4MpxfjOTaFIwRilz5uQN277ZEtVGYZ_C8RMv5HWNSg1TCHuMUKBBuHZ5_DjtykUNKYznECvICouGm4wznTvQc8t-dlhw2XQK0vOysTCPKkSNmOcdAyUo2OZcKEiA/s1067/IMG_4599.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEittIb3T1SMJyE4HLKUBlYcD5_35zmdfJEH1SSiS-RwPAtP8bEcTZtldkykJx29jY4MpxfjOTaFIwRilz5uQN277ZEtVGYZ_C8RMv5HWNSg1TCHuMUKBBuHZ5_DjtykUNKYznECvICouGm4wznTvQc8t-dlhw2XQK0vOysTCPKkSNmOcdAyUo2OZcKEiA/w480-h640/IMG_4599.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">And then it's gone and we have to wait until <i>The Sunday Egg </i>comes again. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">BreeBree:<i> "I gobble it down!"</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">James Mason: <i>"I savor it. I even share it." </i><br /> </span><br /></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-4179305474200538762023-05-04T13:57:00.000-07:002023-05-04T13:57:07.551-07:00Doggy Tales<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl_9OHiulYMyqZ5_6A6mZNKh0B979ab5oU20vLAbL5QpUs0zOMz8YCwQIq7OnVp9wCwJdoGFh0R4Ye1zmxgWN86VmUA5qO3-pcl_dlZ_ied-KZeNJiYkb8Cs0UU1hCz2QigHsfWwZpRqZg0nMUDLizLC8vVUaWyKx1LIl9jzmYMD2x6ifNwlVTl7kK8w/s1067/IMG_3332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl_9OHiulYMyqZ5_6A6mZNKh0B979ab5oU20vLAbL5QpUs0zOMz8YCwQIq7OnVp9wCwJdoGFh0R4Ye1zmxgWN86VmUA5qO3-pcl_dlZ_ied-KZeNJiYkb8Cs0UU1hCz2QigHsfWwZpRqZg0nMUDLizLC8vVUaWyKx1LIl9jzmYMD2x6ifNwlVTl7kK8w/w480-h640/IMG_3332.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I love this picture of our BreeBree even though it doesn't show much of her beautiful brown eyes. For months we've had her on a prescription for her allergies causing sneezing and wheezing.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">It turned out that all of that really wasn't allergies. We had put off her dental for two years and when she went for it the other day they found more teeth that needed to come out. Even some of the bone in the gum had disintegrated. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Guess what? She no longer wheezes and sneezes! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ0ENk7u7qbFa_vIYWEPBxlBVulFkeRcrUsxICGtkXCnmyuFc5WPjpKEz-a7dntdBdePNXaoErDgEkvArFI8aiFi5nIoLyLLObvBY7AuisMmXspBL_zvlfydEW-kxYPX5D3TRSK0jTf0XMVFtWv1-nJOsX-54wQfgc5L2fjCfcZMLe_9bicfYIhrFSGQ/s1067/IMG_4448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ0ENk7u7qbFa_vIYWEPBxlBVulFkeRcrUsxICGtkXCnmyuFc5WPjpKEz-a7dntdBdePNXaoErDgEkvArFI8aiFi5nIoLyLLObvBY7AuisMmXspBL_zvlfydEW-kxYPX5D3TRSK0jTf0XMVFtWv1-nJOsX-54wQfgc5L2fjCfcZMLe_9bicfYIhrFSGQ/w480-h640/IMG_4448.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">James Mason was so forlorn while she was gone that day, much more than I would've ever thought he would be as she is the one who acts the most loving. He's always too cool for Sunday school.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">He whimpered for an hour after we came home without her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">To top it off, his birthday was that day and he was 13! Next month she'll be 11. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRoBBE2IhEyOYVI427rm5yMrvLI1BHdfQ38PNKBB5p1o-P7n9lFguF2_wWQF0zgcOfrTNHnn-04CkUDz3ReFtUPLtwaeimwYk9dAl-b5qPL02pUUP1z9pHU9RTVKrohsByL0E_alvoy77t2JSEuIh8e2JxpgipZDIHe4JRHkDjSblJnn5dC5S9PaWEOQ/s1067/IMG_4450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRoBBE2IhEyOYVI427rm5yMrvLI1BHdfQ38PNKBB5p1o-P7n9lFguF2_wWQF0zgcOfrTNHnn-04CkUDz3ReFtUPLtwaeimwYk9dAl-b5qPL02pUUP1z9pHU9RTVKrohsByL0E_alvoy77t2JSEuIh8e2JxpgipZDIHe4JRHkDjSblJnn5dC5S9PaWEOQ/w480-h640/IMG_4450.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">He was perfectly happy to snuggle with her when we brought her home even though what he really wanted to do was play. He was so excited and tried his best to get her to run circles like they usually do but after her meds that we managed to get down with some peanut butter, and a spoonful for him of course, all she wanted was a deep nap.<br /> </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixk-us_AlDzZnXxv-TQ7RPE0t31aX7_NRJASMjM-yPHots0L81OI7V7HHSjGnOdOv0ylYmPM1XzzxSgH6aOznrOmt6dI1JUrTlpF3VI8bUMhr0ILfbP6dnjUC-TYPp_OPSWROKiYjGfzQ3lP5x8OWl8lZaE4dvEyf6x1cjptgCN1JZjKioWJq9zcrdAw/s1067/IMG_4437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixk-us_AlDzZnXxv-TQ7RPE0t31aX7_NRJASMjM-yPHots0L81OI7V7HHSjGnOdOv0ylYmPM1XzzxSgH6aOznrOmt6dI1JUrTlpF3VI8bUMhr0ILfbP6dnjUC-TYPp_OPSWROKiYjGfzQ3lP5x8OWl8lZaE4dvEyf6x1cjptgCN1JZjKioWJq9zcrdAw/w480-h640/IMG_4437.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Then it was out to potty in the garden where he never left her side. She was pretty pitiful for a few days and he was very patient with her, adjusting himself to her pace.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">But this morning when she gobbled her breakfast down and then tried to eat his, RH and I looked at each other and said, <i>BreeBree's back to normal! </i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And a big sigh of relief from both of us. <i> </i></span><br /></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-84909643651891337322023-04-11T12:00:00.209-07:002023-04-11T12:12:27.316-07:00Bay Leaves and Bowknots and A Doughnut for Dessert<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw00IEq6zftcK3NKpqBBbu4cRnGzvek4rzTtCZY9q0GWURMlcWcFT8tFjDqFwdLsM4vymA0N8nQvWPHBtr6cfuvUK-G95wd7Z7fHfaX2reT1fOYTlVeeZ2E4JqkgFO0lzq_J7V6Vc6t6InehdYGFVzG3Qozslskw_flYJT9XjYGCpdr_DcE6eDzygTuQ/s1067/IMG_3955.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw00IEq6zftcK3NKpqBBbu4cRnGzvek4rzTtCZY9q0GWURMlcWcFT8tFjDqFwdLsM4vymA0N8nQvWPHBtr6cfuvUK-G95wd7Z7fHfaX2reT1fOYTlVeeZ2E4JqkgFO0lzq_J7V6Vc6t6InehdYGFVzG3Qozslskw_flYJT9XjYGCpdr_DcE6eDzygTuQ/w480-h640/IMG_3955.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Once again trying to play catchup with planned posts, here is an early March picture of the hyacinths from our garden. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And three books I recently enjoyed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1ElfMN1e4Rn52YoXv1O0S7AP4-cNxL8bC9trMsBK2TGQYQ9iXMvJ1R9vU2kjjQgPO9W3RfW_KX4spGYJmCartyS_qz0dGXlnid6QMQNqAF2tpvkNkhfAwLOUX5gkwPA9eYE5ht8H7-jZOya38nkzlynaOZuiWAphCj--iWcYE-k3Pvged4E6PckttA/s883/IMG_3958.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="883" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1ElfMN1e4Rn52YoXv1O0S7AP4-cNxL8bC9trMsBK2TGQYQ9iXMvJ1R9vU2kjjQgPO9W3RfW_KX4spGYJmCartyS_qz0dGXlnid6QMQNqAF2tpvkNkhfAwLOUX5gkwPA9eYE5ht8H7-jZOya38nkzlynaOZuiWAphCj--iWcYE-k3Pvged4E6PckttA/w580-h640/IMG_3958.jpg" width="580" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /> I featured the middle one in the stack, <i>Confessions of A Closet Master Baker </i>by Gesine Bullock-Prado at my other blog, <i>Dewena's Window</i><a href="https://dewenaswindow.blogspot.com/"> link here.</a></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">The second one, <i>The Quality of Mercy </i>(1963) is the latest book by Margaret Culkin-Browning that I've read (<a href="https://awindow-lookacrosstheway.blogspot.com/search/label/Margaret%20Culkin%20Banning">others here)</a>. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> Honestly, I didn't enjoy this book as much as the other ones by Culkin-Browning although I do love the writing of this author who lived at her estate called <i>Friendly Hills </i>in Tyron, North Carolina until her death at 92 years old. I think her later books were on social consciousness themes and they have begun to pale on me. I don't like my novels wrapped up into a social consciousness package anymore. After decades of reading serious subjects, now in my dotage I just need to read a relaxing book. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">There was only one paragraph in this book that called my name and kind of shows what I enjoy reading now.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd_yy7iqI3HV57-aqj7vQYpXOLhCS_cuL6OYUWbgX7SfJiFWrjVKkHPPT2LyDhaQm5YPaAmHnGGXXXxobq2r-c1_3mpXc1kjsSxEtvjlZCgrs65nwxhbmYYsBMLiM0-r-jiYtX537C2wYf0g17NWSgw-dleRkHbfC5YQI88sOdyl-OZv9CKjvY1oX4gg/s1067/IMG_3965.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd_yy7iqI3HV57-aqj7vQYpXOLhCS_cuL6OYUWbgX7SfJiFWrjVKkHPPT2LyDhaQm5YPaAmHnGGXXXxobq2r-c1_3mpXc1kjsSxEtvjlZCgrs65nwxhbmYYsBMLiM0-r-jiYtX537C2wYf0g17NWSgw-dleRkHbfC5YQI88sOdyl-OZv9CKjvY1oX4gg/w480-h640/IMG_3965.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /> Leaving America for "war-blitzed London to serve the displaced and dispossessed," Pamela falls in love with an Englishman and goes home with him to meet his mother who shows her to her bedroom. </span><p></p><p></p><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">She closed the door of the Jade Room and left Pamela alone. It was named because of the color of the velvety rug, the faded green of the wallpaper, and the leaf green outside the opened casements carried on the harmony. Guests who surely had been comfortable here had almost worn through the pattern of bowknots and bay leaves on the linen slipcovers of the chairs, had softened the cushions on the rosewood sofas and made it necessary to mend the silk coverlet on the bed. It seemed to Pamela that the room accepted her, offered comfort.<br /></span></span></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">See what I mean? Give me a <i>whole</i> book of an English country home and I'm happy. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Now this last book, <i>Full Cry </i>(2003), beckoned to me at Goodwill because I used to read Rita Mae Brown's other Sister Jane's Virginia Jefferson Hunt club mysteries, such as <i>Outfoxed </i>and <i>Hotspur. </i>I also have read her Mrs. Murphy mystery series too.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivaIHzyBHHlRyy_6GSS9prhadL84iUEUOFgndHwQYDS4XiLgFEW4fI5omjJzMzQFKzt3VAvGWcP7LZl7YRFnsSqvKLbf8X2yHfxGw4krKLB3Dj0vpsJSeiXZKsTkyya6plnPs2bRJLMUaXC7I2qXJZPecvDkaaV7gQ5stDS73iRiPnbebSuIVM-92Qcw/s1067/IMG_3963.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivaIHzyBHHlRyy_6GSS9prhadL84iUEUOFgndHwQYDS4XiLgFEW4fI5omjJzMzQFKzt3VAvGWcP7LZl7YRFnsSqvKLbf8X2yHfxGw4krKLB3Dj0vpsJSeiXZKsTkyya6plnPs2bRJLMUaXC7I2qXJZPecvDkaaV7gQ5stDS73iRiPnbebSuIVM-92Qcw/w480-h640/IMG_3963.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /> Brown's Sister Jane--her nickname, not her religious calling--is the 70 year old hunt master, at one with her horse and loving the hounds with a passion. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">In know, I know, the poor fox. RH and I love them too and leave food out for ours but I block that out when reading these mysteries because Rita Mae's wise foxes talk to each other and are elusive heroes in the books. The hounds and horses talk to each other too and no, it's not corny any more than her cat and dachshund talking in her other series is. Not to Rita Mae Brown's faithful fans.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">This is what draws me:</span></p><p></p><blockquote><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">The American way of hunting, most particularly in the South, involved manners, hospitality, and strict attention to the pleasure of one's guests.</span></blockquote><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And truthfully, I enjoy the food, especially the Hunt Breakfast.</span></p><p></p><blockquote><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Three different types of grits, succulent ham, roast turkey, and a joint of beef crowded on the long hunt table, along with salads, breads, hot buttered carrots, squash and the ubiquitous deviled eggs. The special dessert consisted of a hot glazed doughnut with a huge scoop of vanilla ice cream plopped in the middle, fudge sauce drizzled over that.</span></blockquote><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Lord have mercy, this breakfast lover would be in line around the Jefferson Hunt Breakfast table.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">If I could ride a horse in my 70s. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">If I could afford to join a Virginia hunt club. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">If it didn't involve killing foxes. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">If, if, if.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Otherwise I'll sit in a sunny corner and read about Sister Jane and hope she doesn't break her neck before her next birthday.</span></p><p></p><blockquote><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhq1vvYmi5EYLrEEQ5l4aw04LuEt2au-l6cf7DqQcqGbsaaPM0fyYspY4Ox9U1ykywKftrnT3hgxAgI0nhSdgIQc0-WA7lb0sL-RY-oroNKF8HlK-FxphojVPL4FNj4yk4GK70Q_h5wBYL0-kSxWitxWQz6wybMkFS12MJhWlcH_BMGbYnqptTvYqQjeQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhq1vvYmi5EYLrEEQ5l4aw04LuEt2au-l6cf7DqQcqGbsaaPM0fyYspY4Ox9U1ykywKftrnT3hgxAgI0nhSdgIQc0-WA7lb0sL-RY-oroNKF8HlK-FxphojVPL4FNj4yk4GK70Q_h5wBYL0-kSxWitxWQz6wybMkFS12MJhWlcH_BMGbYnqptTvYqQjeQ=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><br /> <span style="color: red;">"You know, Jane, I think aging is a return to your true self" her close friend Tedi tells her.<br /></span></span></blockquote><p> <span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I think so too so let the foxes talk. </span> <br /></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span> <br /></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><p> </p><br /><p></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-39416294923950919262023-03-22T10:27:00.371-07:002023-03-23T08:29:24.889-07:00Dumping some pictures of my winter meals on my blog. <p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Spring is here, which means Tennessee weather can't make up its mind. Three nights of hard freeze means the buds on our one lilac bush are freezer burned and probably the crabapple trees out front.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">It seemed a good idea to cut some of the beautiful spring bulbs before 17 degree lows arrived. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44ENc_Yr3RcbCbxaR2mC-wZ-4VvS8Q0D2V7MIO8Py0gvBsaP_WwlhfLKeljVIFX1IsZ05C5Lv-ZA0NowuX_KVMqlGSY4aVH9vmg7zfIP3qCrbrPq0gc3Fzhk090OKV3qbfoNVX1bGMN1gztYJSGns71BQp9XCT3g4QO-znzPjJ5Sf56160V2lo-D0uA/s1067/IMG_4081.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44ENc_Yr3RcbCbxaR2mC-wZ-4VvS8Q0D2V7MIO8Py0gvBsaP_WwlhfLKeljVIFX1IsZ05C5Lv-ZA0NowuX_KVMqlGSY4aVH9vmg7zfIP3qCrbrPq0gc3Fzhk090OKV3qbfoNVX1bGMN1gztYJSGns71BQp9XCT3g4QO-znzPjJ5Sf56160V2lo-D0uA/w480-h640/IMG_4081.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I wish so much that I had our daughter's talent for arranging beautiful vase bouquets but I usually just plonk them in. These went right on the dining table where we can enjoy them at meals and on the bathroom sink in the old Jersey Farms milk bottle that has held my bathroom bouquets for decades. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVpy-bbLQmmqDsBTCu3eLBU--wrgbtC5c-ZItjdonUjy7PVd56aTn2fMVxXoR8fA-EalGsMhV0A6p8-9utQX_mDlonxZrg-Cyv_JCaAx4D6tmx2iC6C4EUWFOh0_C4Bm9RM8ZxwvxPahHmcaZ4mwzBg1xe_fuiNi_G-DnWBmMQ5N_AxXETNcmqpa8sQ/s1067/IMG_4084.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVpy-bbLQmmqDsBTCu3eLBU--wrgbtC5c-ZItjdonUjy7PVd56aTn2fMVxXoR8fA-EalGsMhV0A6p8-9utQX_mDlonxZrg-Cyv_JCaAx4D6tmx2iC6C4EUWFOh0_C4Bm9RM8ZxwvxPahHmcaZ4mwzBg1xe_fuiNi_G-DnWBmMQ5N_AxXETNcmqpa8sQ/w480-h640/IMG_4084.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Now that I've shown some pretties I'll slip in this one of raw New York strip steaks because I have a whole winter of meals I took pictures of and never got around to using. My apologies to my vegetarian friends!</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmoLHDqZzd0iS_pbPlvqHRFjaIXbKsjT108lgKyA-tW4_0Kx0Ev5QNU2Of3VXkLMxLaPlJk0quK-tMaduBo64O6wGm3mDmcQ4pKD8uTdorB5VVwWEppJXgPCYKlFYXcRBu7TBjYBfxnPZbY1jfeH2bD69GNm4ZK_vZJWv7olMgOjmtmoDLJgLB-_epYQ/s906/IMG_3895.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="906" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmoLHDqZzd0iS_pbPlvqHRFjaIXbKsjT108lgKyA-tW4_0Kx0Ev5QNU2Of3VXkLMxLaPlJk0quK-tMaduBo64O6wGm3mDmcQ4pKD8uTdorB5VVwWEppJXgPCYKlFYXcRBu7TBjYBfxnPZbY1jfeH2bD69GNm4ZK_vZJWv7olMgOjmtmoDLJgLB-_epYQ/s320/IMG_3895.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I fix less and less beef these days but twice this winter Publix had their Greenwise strip steaks on sale and this is my simple way of prepping them, whether cooked inside in a black skillet or if RH grills them out. I salt and pepper them, rub with brown sugar and leave them <i>uncovered </i>in fridge on an old enamel pan for 24 hours. <br /></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xT_iu3gwYDuccIYHmm9dXmhEeKPGuJUxfcz-vpyfb5p2vO72bxAN0hiCYfZlKuHJPceociV3tqeiacYOVoevEjuAFgL2WirRJqIygreO23T2c1PyGI5X1NvXBM_5v_d7CiXZs4v0b57m_Q2DQHY7sHsUL_tKkYg_0_IRvpvQDXbaY2WL5JYyZ_du-Q/s1067/IMG_3548.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xT_iu3gwYDuccIYHmm9dXmhEeKPGuJUxfcz-vpyfb5p2vO72bxAN0hiCYfZlKuHJPceociV3tqeiacYOVoevEjuAFgL2WirRJqIygreO23T2c1PyGI5X1NvXBM_5v_d7CiXZs4v0b57m_Q2DQHY7sHsUL_tKkYg_0_IRvpvQDXbaY2WL5JYyZ_du-Q/w480-h640/IMG_3548.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">The steaks always have to have mushrooms (Shitake are my favorite) and this time I remembered to get a log of my tarragon butter out of the freezer to top them with.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And yes we both like it medium well now. When we were first married I would order steak rare and love every bloody bite. I don't know what happened. And I always try to have fresh parsley simply because I learned years ago from James Beard that mushrooms need to be topped with <i>acres </i>of fresh parsley.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6TA81hQaoETS3i5gDVLQMjc6P0Kw83OnvMZaFcm5xbbPh6FUG4bCFJvPQfS7MlAS4HnimV7E6MJlg8ZIJR1t4PxDObTUIRgT4laGhK8GXrVqur0GDNQawpE86L29w6TDMQgOdiBHCeG10ngWwGLkVW_V5mq3dWXP5OJtvNtlhceTZ5NcXuScBj8g_EA/s1067/IMG_3551.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6TA81hQaoETS3i5gDVLQMjc6P0Kw83OnvMZaFcm5xbbPh6FUG4bCFJvPQfS7MlAS4HnimV7E6MJlg8ZIJR1t4PxDObTUIRgT4laGhK8GXrVqur0GDNQawpE86L29w6TDMQgOdiBHCeG10ngWwGLkVW_V5mq3dWXP5OJtvNtlhceTZ5NcXuScBj8g_EA/w480-h640/IMG_3551.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And I try to remember to drizzle on a little of this balsamic reduction sauce that is wonderful on so many things, just a little sugar stirred into balsamic vinegar and cook till reduced. I don't use my expensive balsamic for this.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1CT1WXbBoDBC9uJlYCQnq9xHhp4xEjkIx_s_6YkjWwze003OJ_YWKsRZArxCZz9NZYfhehONE1lM10FqEwv8VTAeh5kFxHTmBCimJKeCCzFTYPlHXu_CzDXqXWJiIrKCgeC03VJjV-dyKLzhYRFG1EXlU31zYcjdLZwJyZfIlFMTVr4vvs3xRADWRQ/s881/IMG_3553.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="881" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1CT1WXbBoDBC9uJlYCQnq9xHhp4xEjkIx_s_6YkjWwze003OJ_YWKsRZArxCZz9NZYfhehONE1lM10FqEwv8VTAeh5kFxHTmBCimJKeCCzFTYPlHXu_CzDXqXWJiIrKCgeC03VJjV-dyKLzhYRFG1EXlU31zYcjdLZwJyZfIlFMTVr4vvs3xRADWRQ/s320/IMG_3553.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">My life is becoming all about simple meals now so if we have hot bread with steak we don't have potatoes, and vice versa.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryMTELXg_tcMN_EfV6udEBuLD1kiUcTS9X_Sk8MwB9vadwIiObZ0EQOnA6zvVO52Y6AygCC_Ttk_uh2h2AiBnghXhaLK6yU7_wL87pXdvsiIePDSujnhh9koc4Dq_aRz98Jv5ia7lXHHA6StKwqS--Rfnj8Q3v0xaOpAE65AWcVSwDdeMFTdcsqJSXQ/s1067/IMG_3558.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryMTELXg_tcMN_EfV6udEBuLD1kiUcTS9X_Sk8MwB9vadwIiObZ0EQOnA6zvVO52Y6AygCC_Ttk_uh2h2AiBnghXhaLK6yU7_wL87pXdvsiIePDSujnhh9koc4Dq_aRz98Jv5ia7lXHHA6StKwqS--Rfnj8Q3v0xaOpAE65AWcVSwDdeMFTdcsqJSXQ/w480-h640/IMG_3558.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">But there always has to be a salad. (I love the taste that a little bit of heavy cream gives when stirred into a vinaigrette.)<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYQcmaN7CMnyneLl_nWL3ab0DpPK2jED-EMvNbIPVD8GU9Usc7aSZRP0f2GdknY7Zb-U5GQtO3C27jluf8X8ZsGM3d7ieAVWURnHZ5uYShFJlYru5FUzdmOVY4PJzp4OxU9GNt_qHrgJ7aaiYYDAGbyDmhxE9Kfm1TiAKzyEk3BlUE0rkJQDqov7wiA/s1067/IMG_3557.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYQcmaN7CMnyneLl_nWL3ab0DpPK2jED-EMvNbIPVD8GU9Usc7aSZRP0f2GdknY7Zb-U5GQtO3C27jluf8X8ZsGM3d7ieAVWURnHZ5uYShFJlYru5FUzdmOVY4PJzp4OxU9GNt_qHrgJ7aaiYYDAGbyDmhxE9Kfm1TiAKzyEk3BlUE0rkJQDqov7wiA/w480-h640/IMG_3557.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">That is, unless there's fresh asparagus and Mama is too tired to make a salad. (And if there's no fresh parsley on hand, oh I miss my big summer pots of herbs on my kitchen porch!)<br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV1tqFNJ86Zm402AIHT5rJDu_p68wiNQ2ARBUEu1HhmjKfyS6wq5Iy_0UinnYtonmHIJ__6FzVn_DlMJNCYl-kYI6TSbHr9MLg0x8cJgUAY-g7zvWbqLeiyzmRsXL70Op5hGbgYKUjRoveu8_VWBWLZOPEAmsnX7TasGlWt11Xw_iJe6XdT3j6EUISmg/s1067/IMG_3915.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV1tqFNJ86Zm402AIHT5rJDu_p68wiNQ2ARBUEu1HhmjKfyS6wq5Iy_0UinnYtonmHIJ__6FzVn_DlMJNCYl-kYI6TSbHr9MLg0x8cJgUAY-g7zvWbqLeiyzmRsXL70Op5hGbgYKUjRoveu8_VWBWLZOPEAmsnX7TasGlWt11Xw_iJe6XdT3j6EUISmg/w480-h640/IMG_3915.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /> Most of the time RH and I both leave enough steak on our plates to make hash for an easy supper the next night.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4J3gObVevs6AC7bAzf8mLLRkAdpC4D0k4ou2ge99KTp0OFGDD5OvRv4XHcKuKMPuowrwPV3uaAoRvkuLzVjRx7QfuXo3qVFlMtMgOzLREviRZ7PvUYLCM7UzvTpQ_ivGHE1it_-MwAeb0p5DkvU7EufzIDX2DofACyGmcoa-8vRyc_65eej2zB7l5g/s1067/IMG_3357.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4J3gObVevs6AC7bAzf8mLLRkAdpC4D0k4ou2ge99KTp0OFGDD5OvRv4XHcKuKMPuowrwPV3uaAoRvkuLzVjRx7QfuXo3qVFlMtMgOzLREviRZ7PvUYLCM7UzvTpQ_ivGHE1it_-MwAeb0p5DkvU7EufzIDX2DofACyGmcoa-8vRyc_65eej2zB7l5g/w480-h640/IMG_3357.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">With enough potatoes and onions and all the leftover mushrooms and drippings from the steak pan the night before (the <i>tails</i>, Tamar Adler calls these little spoonfuls left in the pan), it doesn't take much meat to make a good meal for two. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">But always a salad, even a thrown together one.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTKzByks0sxabA6igHjrlVDXdgKJ_giAa_F_gADYZkGviNeRUVmgY_8BJc7ztM2XJJUf6Q9OUyZFokCsoqnfqqQYFaOP2vJkaKkHbUA8w9sTVp762bzEYSFYZMe5FExe_ID4N9OVl59xbzLeaUui8hqVnPdRDOa55L_UmI_EHdO6ZxrLCxDuzpuqqKhw/s1067/IMG_3362.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTKzByks0sxabA6igHjrlVDXdgKJ_giAa_F_gADYZkGviNeRUVmgY_8BJc7ztM2XJJUf6Q9OUyZFokCsoqnfqqQYFaOP2vJkaKkHbUA8w9sTVp762bzEYSFYZMe5FExe_ID4N9OVl59xbzLeaUui8hqVnPdRDOa55L_UmI_EHdO6ZxrLCxDuzpuqqKhw/w480-h640/IMG_3362.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">By the way, have you ever tried Stonewall Kitchen's Country Ketchup? It is so good and no high fructose corn syrup in it.<br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHZ8azduHbDg4X_Ym5SAMczcSx_2j8QdpyWhQcYcJPMDxbq9jIzClF6MFrmh3hCWdY2Gp5naVD6tBttIzjNzq9aNMuQ-FKi8yoEXIGppb9zjA2U7VRU3TIJ6mmEdxLWNAWMnKm-QvMaXrHRVkeiLrxfXdBPZ0xJmJfrG1P8ehHMAUMor-hyWJTJg0BQ/s1067/IMG_3360.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHZ8azduHbDg4X_Ym5SAMczcSx_2j8QdpyWhQcYcJPMDxbq9jIzClF6MFrmh3hCWdY2Gp5naVD6tBttIzjNzq9aNMuQ-FKi8yoEXIGppb9zjA2U7VRU3TIJ6mmEdxLWNAWMnKm-QvMaXrHRVkeiLrxfXdBPZ0xJmJfrG1P8ehHMAUMor-hyWJTJg0BQ/w300-h400/IMG_3360.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Most of our meals though are either chicken or fish/seafood. Pacific Wild caught sockeye salmon is almost always in my freezer, from Costco, and I have a dozen ways of fixing it. This looks like one of my easy ones. <br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXD2I1RIXUJhpMH4by0nuJBTh6ZWCnvQEe4E5Y5PRONRgbBwdA3rQTkea-QMCShvyyM7n-9uB_P3VIQRRH0lqxHuX2Rw0KIJF2QJ7rjsfIMvzaVtlbypk_ISIrs-rA6lWPpkc-OGQ8XnPYY9Y0hFeKQH_jM8j3eEuTrwsxlamVj6xDuV-4ZoP7ByIlTQ/s960/IMG_3924.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXD2I1RIXUJhpMH4by0nuJBTh6ZWCnvQEe4E5Y5PRONRgbBwdA3rQTkea-QMCShvyyM7n-9uB_P3VIQRRH0lqxHuX2Rw0KIJF2QJ7rjsfIMvzaVtlbypk_ISIrs-rA6lWPpkc-OGQ8XnPYY9Y0hFeKQH_jM8j3eEuTrwsxlamVj6xDuV-4ZoP7ByIlTQ/w534-h640/IMG_3924.jpg" width="534" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">You probably can't see much of it in the picture above but I'm using my Wallace LaReine wedding silver there after hearing on a food podcast that a study showed that when people ate their meals with heavy silver they enjoyed their meal more. So maybe we should use our good stuff for our everyday meals, right? I keep a place setting for two on an easy to grab shelf in my china cabinet now--not that I always remember to get them out.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Here's one of my favorite recipes, Shrimp with Scallions and Orzo.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihrbGqZQPDEuRW9a7VzHuEaDDzs-pkhgVyEWpI2ztlSGES82b1LAyqOGihpNxNqT6_jv5rK4r5boTUq2UwZ_MqCA1iGPtNznsw7NpsBfRyP6A9GRlYo0jsdvIxMMYQt2z-1-Ij3U8nZsGjVewoAdH1-kNwrn8Z1q-zuiKJJz5GlP0QJ3-x-ih8JbfB-Q/s998/IMG_3570.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="998" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihrbGqZQPDEuRW9a7VzHuEaDDzs-pkhgVyEWpI2ztlSGES82b1LAyqOGihpNxNqT6_jv5rK4r5boTUq2UwZ_MqCA1iGPtNznsw7NpsBfRyP6A9GRlYo0jsdvIxMMYQt2z-1-Ij3U8nZsGjVewoAdH1-kNwrn8Z1q-zuiKJJz5GlP0QJ3-x-ih8JbfB-Q/w514-h640/IMG_3570.jpg" width="514" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">It may not look very pretty because a food stylist I'm not, but it is delicious. <a href="https://www.bonappetit.com/recipe/shrimp-scampi-with-green-onions-and-orzo">Here's a link to the recipe.</a> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">And here's what I add to <i>Bon Appetit's </i>recipe:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">a tablespoon of soy sauce</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">a bottle of clam juice</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">fresh chopped cilantro </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">red pepper flakes</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">a teaspoon of tumeric</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">a little vegetable broth to make it a little more risotto like</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">and lemon to squeeze over it</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">It's so good cold the next day for lunch too!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">You can tell how exciting my life is now when I dump a bunch of meal pictures on my blog with no real story to go with them so thank you to anyone who read through this.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Actually, I have a bunch more. About a half dozen of Tieghan's Half Baked Harvest recipes that I've made this winter. Maybe I'll share them at <i>Dewena's Window</i> soon. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Many thanks to blog friend Melanie for leading me to Tieghan on Instagram! Melanie, have you listened to The Skinny Confidential podcast where Tieghan was guest? She was delightful! When I learned that she's a <i>Gilmore Girl</i>s fan I knew we had one thing in common. That's a start, right?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyLstSbQFqhDlW4zA-cX5MlBi9bFOlF-fjlBjvIs95q_xHmiPFQXyhH4c2IRBrWHdWHgQpB1LA7LhZpuMXs9AquCGkEBmeiIMiCProNFLeHr8L0bpRxz9Re95gm-lgF0ITWJjOxwHPo-X4Z_MV45qo6kTVEi1DfD-M2WE107t9-HSa2sGXFekP2saag/s1600/Dewena's%20Kitchen%20sign.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyLstSbQFqhDlW4zA-cX5MlBi9bFOlF-fjlBjvIs95q_xHmiPFQXyhH4c2IRBrWHdWHgQpB1LA7LhZpuMXs9AquCGkEBmeiIMiCProNFLeHr8L0bpRxz9Re95gm-lgF0ITWJjOxwHPo-X4Z_MV45qo6kTVEi1DfD-M2WE107t9-HSa2sGXFekP2saag/w200-h400/Dewena's%20Kitchen%20sign.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-90694899503907507982023-02-28T10:08:00.001-08:002023-02-28T10:08:33.941-08:00One Writer's Way by Elizabeth Yates plus a dessert<p> <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I've been interested in Elizabeth Yates ever since I added one of her children's books to my vintage Christmas book collection many years ago. If you collect vintage Christmas books, her <i>Once in the Year: A Christmas Story, </i>published in 1947, <i> </i>would be a charming book to add. Here's an old blog picture of mine showing it, with apologies for the blurriness.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTgzK_sC1cROQsO0pFb0u6zX9uAeFg3ZYRNxs4JlYl078nMpeZ0lOe2T1nZt1md0pghGSt8tiUKUkA-aT5vk1U1Ysoa4iZGgjBekMEDcOFbb1Sw3TPgNqCYlCjK1vw3L0agQyiysxp37XwjIYFt3CL5Q3-CNc5n1wgLdTv1V2I9gDsL4YD5uzsmmQiDA/s1199/IMG_6832.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1199" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTgzK_sC1cROQsO0pFb0u6zX9uAeFg3ZYRNxs4JlYl078nMpeZ0lOe2T1nZt1md0pghGSt8tiUKUkA-aT5vk1U1Ysoa4iZGgjBekMEDcOFbb1Sw3TPgNqCYlCjK1vw3L0agQyiysxp37XwjIYFt3CL5Q3-CNc5n1wgLdTv1V2I9gDsL4YD5uzsmmQiDA/w428-h640/IMG_6832.jpg" width="428" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I was happy to find one of Yates' autobiographies, <i>One Writer's Way, </i>published in 1984, an autographed copy, about her life between 1931 and 1951. It begins with the time she and her husband, both Americans, lived in England where she tries to find her writing path.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHNR2WmJrjNchO02rPPKt8AJiWvqK1yMaaZw9QdQS7nUYt7hD64o7WPKKsYiS_effnQIapC2JXFlf5d1Xf-EjefwjGJSjSsxiySEx2co4dBWIcFbRFIjEpd9jlDpxsVDyERYUJ1BCLTC09j4KiYbzmAePScQO01KgT88e3SnI8xxZF0y0L7hlY8zMww/s1067/IMG_2676.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHNR2WmJrjNchO02rPPKt8AJiWvqK1yMaaZw9QdQS7nUYt7hD64o7WPKKsYiS_effnQIapC2JXFlf5d1Xf-EjefwjGJSjSsxiySEx2co4dBWIcFbRFIjEpd9jlDpxsVDyERYUJ1BCLTC09j4KiYbzmAePScQO01KgT88e3SnI8xxZF0y0L7hlY8zMww/w480-h640/IMG_2676.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">They settle in London, in the Kensington area in an old Huguenot house. This interested me because RH's mother's people on her father's side were French Huguenots who came to the United States and eventually settled in Texas long ago.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Yates explains that French Huguenots settled in London in the 1800s and built houses with timber sash windows and decorative brickwork, living on the second floor, their weaving business products sold on the ground floor, and looms on the third story with floor to ceiling windows.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Do you know the doorknobs shaped like a hand? This was the symbol of a Huguenot weaver. I was entranced with this idea and searched for one for a possible gift for RH. How about this one that's only $700 on Etsy? Not going to happen but isn't it stunning?</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-CrSW6aTpSLMFlrT1w0CI5w3bstd4pYLIffBXp0CMoTIXy9niAeLXSNnC3CfTBb9X4wCJexefK-vTQKl5U-h_lu15-Pup_uRDlzTzSCLsXSOKqGyf_J1JJrJVrc3ecNFaIQiEsWsP-ktTPxe4mlbSihN4K0FrGjAMscr2n4_KbY41C-9hEjpMdmMZ9g/s3024/IMG_3919.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2273" data-original-width="3024" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-CrSW6aTpSLMFlrT1w0CI5w3bstd4pYLIffBXp0CMoTIXy9niAeLXSNnC3CfTBb9X4wCJexefK-vTQKl5U-h_lu15-Pup_uRDlzTzSCLsXSOKqGyf_J1JJrJVrc3ecNFaIQiEsWsP-ktTPxe4mlbSihN4K0FrGjAMscr2n4_KbY41C-9hEjpMdmMZ9g/w400-h301/IMG_3919.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">By the way, I learned that the correct French pronuciation of Huguenot does not pronounce the ending "t" but rather "not" is pronounced "noh."</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Elizabeth Yates and her husband William McGreal, also an author and published photographer illustrating books, loved England where they felt that the "national difference" between the United States and England was that "in America one must be doing, in England <i>being </i>seemed more important."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In 1936 when King George died, McGreal took a photograph of two mourners, one man who looked as if he were a duke and beside him a "shabby little man." McGreal won first prize for the photograph in a large newspaper's competition.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The couple went to Scotland for a photographic project on the island of Skye where they were enchanted with the scenery and the people. One local man assured them one morning on starting out that it was "a <i>pet</i> of a day." Don't you just love that? And naturally this reminded me of the British detective series <i>Vera </i>where she calls everyone, friends and suspects, <i>Pet. </i>Do you watch <i>Vera</i>? She's a favorite of ours. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">As war looms in Europe Elizabeth and Bill return to the United States with other ex-pats and they make their way to Peterborough, New Hampshire to search for months for an old farmhouse and as much land as they can afford. They finally buy a 1789 house and 67 acres of fields and woods. No plumbing, no electricity. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In 1980, Elizabeth Yates gave the house, outbuildings, and land to a trust for the Shieling State Forest, with money for its care.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">During the years in Peterborough, Yates wrote many books, consistently writing 2,500 words before noon each day, in addition to being a plane spotter in WW II. One book that won the Newberry Award was her <i>Amos Fortune, Free Man </i>about a resident in Jaffrey, New Hampshire who had once been enslaved.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I loved the stories in this book about her writing years and also about her husband who lost his sight during those years in New Hampshire but gave so much of his life to teaching the blind. To give you an idea of the woman, Elizabeth Yates, here is a touching tribute written by her husband:</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VSUkGiMoqYzlZJO4_aRqcpAq2SwBuyU3S53kLwjrHIjy29Sy4mDZGq348NORx_SlhyFZkX2vErubbbdJQUrW-j3kJsnI7ssK5qIEaLAMnTSDJzA9kvvG__wSmu-mpCB2t9DDoTatbQNWLsBvXXn9WE7gFLyaHWOrkms9oVy5JgZ5mCYk7vYDeNTfSw/s1067/IMG_2678.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VSUkGiMoqYzlZJO4_aRqcpAq2SwBuyU3S53kLwjrHIjy29Sy4mDZGq348NORx_SlhyFZkX2vErubbbdJQUrW-j3kJsnI7ssK5qIEaLAMnTSDJzA9kvvG__wSmu-mpCB2t9DDoTatbQNWLsBvXXn9WE7gFLyaHWOrkms9oVy5JgZ5mCYk7vYDeNTfSw/w480-h640/IMG_2678.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Elizabeth is tall and slender. She has a stout heart and a strong body. Her hair is as brown as her eyes. She likes tweeds, salads, mountain climbing, reading aloud, spaghetti, lively discussion, animals, house guests. She dislikes frills, waste, taking taxis, gossip. She has no feeling for arithmetic and her interest in domestic mechanics is nil. She has plenty of courage, a strong faith and a native expectancy of good. Living with her is a high adventure.</span></span></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Now that is a fine tribute from a husband.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Here is a recipe I made after reading the autobiography, French Huguenot Torte, not from Elizabeth Yates who was not interested in domestic mechanics but from one of my Eugene Walters cookbooks, <i>American Cooking: Southern Style</i>, a large beautiful book full of the history of Southern cookery and recipes.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQbV7G3XGqXoPx4LpjzdQ3W5X7-iqo_gmMHbIlgLqJfkLNe7arhhLEh4MhsJ_aSQzzUlxW3eQnkg872KsBMN4lHc8c3YnwHdlFm3ZPzmdXPet9lhpTjgVghQ3W9SoIh9YurWxLX7nFbrIGEjdzw7kHmaSynf5toAKPCGLxqQSnHpyv51S8l-rytuVZYg/s800/IMG_4193.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="532" data-original-width="800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQbV7G3XGqXoPx4LpjzdQ3W5X7-iqo_gmMHbIlgLqJfkLNe7arhhLEh4MhsJ_aSQzzUlxW3eQnkg872KsBMN4lHc8c3YnwHdlFm3ZPzmdXPet9lhpTjgVghQ3W9SoIh9YurWxLX7nFbrIGEjdzw7kHmaSynf5toAKPCGLxqQSnHpyv51S8l-rytuVZYg/w400-h266/IMG_4193.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> Walters writes of the French Huguenots influence that remains in Charleston, South Carolina, port of entry for many of the emigrants. In the Battery you see architecture reminiscent of the Huguenot influence, "overhanging balconies, stuccoed walls, hipped roofs, convex roofing tiles, all common features of the Huguenot centers in France."</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Walters admits that the French Huguenot Torte is a recipe that many first called Ozark Pudding. All I know is that it is very good. Rather than type out Walters' recipe, I found a link to one very similar except for some slight change in amounts of ingredients. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://saramoulton.com/2017/02/huguenot-torte/">See Sara Moulton's recipe here. </a></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Here's a picture of my Huguenot Torte, chock full of Granny Smith apples...<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivEC6xO9Q6VjMzghUgXGkejQNdxpZw2tOuvJg0H1yVFX953IUsvYAq2-m56vcd5e9fQF6KRX5jCk292D30IJh3ApvoVlFu5mNvwhH7XM3rKMifh5vXoOb3NwBLlUBbl0h7cuFG8dlkiyeMIV7_R_4EpA86fgp52cgoxmI-PPzIipgG3d7EaNa9Y915vg/s1067/IMG_2570.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivEC6xO9Q6VjMzghUgXGkejQNdxpZw2tOuvJg0H1yVFX953IUsvYAq2-m56vcd5e9fQF6KRX5jCk292D30IJh3ApvoVlFu5mNvwhH7XM3rKMifh5vXoOb3NwBLlUBbl0h7cuFG8dlkiyeMIV7_R_4EpA86fgp52cgoxmI-PPzIipgG3d7EaNa9Y915vg/w480-h640/IMG_2570.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Have you ever made this or eaten it somewhere? I am a lover of apple desserts. Are you?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I hope you have a <i>pet </i>of a day!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp9SKwggpS6S1UBFJyDM4K_F-6DUBO_r-mwytZ3nq7gHzFO732qeAw4HlbwJZhjBXmPFmHh7LWTa2zixY2fnfnJbbPhfWKjao3XtFI42Lti9GYuyky2G3LuvgYoq0eYCgMEcwcGBmn-FskHdAeIm5hnLJ3MQeEv5WLa8vOrrE9gulCf49dquVRoJdkyw/s1056/Dewena's%20Kitchen%20sign.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1056" data-original-width="528" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp9SKwggpS6S1UBFJyDM4K_F-6DUBO_r-mwytZ3nq7gHzFO732qeAw4HlbwJZhjBXmPFmHh7LWTa2zixY2fnfnJbbPhfWKjao3XtFI42Lti9GYuyky2G3LuvgYoq0eYCgMEcwcGBmn-FskHdAeIm5hnLJ3MQeEv5WLa8vOrrE9gulCf49dquVRoJdkyw/s320/Dewena's%20Kitchen%20sign.jpg" width="160" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span> <br /><p></p><p></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-8157745179374260272023-01-22T07:05:00.042-08:002023-01-22T07:19:34.404-08:00Testing...problem with signing into my blogs<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0S4qYf8WbGNbLfQZtA5q5nozmSYW8GPWK8tzgB0vcgI-FQ3-AqRpnREg9wCrDvDlFpNNL3F7apBESe0lplbDVTRyX5tVnhDIlpvvkDCIHKs4EOwWSeM7GgxOfqEQ_b6LgmLe4gB2aU0v143oNB1dza9xOUFaz6Gg4WIhBH_uA2ugTsI4j_8thzQRUrg/s1100/Farmers%20wife%20Jan%20'36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1100" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0S4qYf8WbGNbLfQZtA5q5nozmSYW8GPWK8tzgB0vcgI-FQ3-AqRpnREg9wCrDvDlFpNNL3F7apBESe0lplbDVTRyX5tVnhDIlpvvkDCIHKs4EOwWSeM7GgxOfqEQ_b6LgmLe4gB2aU0v143oNB1dza9xOUFaz6Gg4WIhBH_uA2ugTsI4j_8thzQRUrg/w291-h400/Farmers%20wife%20Jan%20'36.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">One thing or another has kept me away from blogging these last few weeks and today both blogs told me to sign in.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">When I tried to on Dewena's Window it took me here only, to my Across the Way blog, which also says sign in but does seem to be allowing me to create a new post.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">So I'll hit publish and see if it shows up. If it does I still can't access Dewena's Window to try to post.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Problems always! And I had promised myself I would start trying to post on Instagram but if I can't even figure this out, what next?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I've missed blogging so much! But perhaps it's beyond me now.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Here goes, hitting Publish to see what happens. </span></span><br /></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-30865679405302167362022-12-16T11:25:00.001-08:002022-12-16T11:25:31.886-08:00A Pretty Failure<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeQ7hPwfdsTBhNbplZU-FrDFhY28v2BQS4nTxLtisM2T7KOxSXZeg_An53u6OVC0-O3zWEiEY3SWTexk_fiTuPFvY9khigJTjPugRGeWuJWfj5OahgxGLn6YUbnMMpPvgqWcgja1yUljb2964Dtz29JUqJyTwOOo8NQPMnmNPlND6Fer8CUkAX_0KzA/s1200/IMG_2089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeQ7hPwfdsTBhNbplZU-FrDFhY28v2BQS4nTxLtisM2T7KOxSXZeg_An53u6OVC0-O3zWEiEY3SWTexk_fiTuPFvY9khigJTjPugRGeWuJWfj5OahgxGLn6YUbnMMpPvgqWcgja1yUljb2964Dtz29JUqJyTwOOo8NQPMnmNPlND6Fer8CUkAX_0KzA/w426-h640/IMG_2089.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Isn't this Cranberry-Orange Christmas Bread pretty?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW0ZCToIBt6WPRU9DGcsZyj6JaG3vUFGyI4dbkMdkPFBgP2W_4ZPZWzLeF6xAl8GZ63Swnu1PP_4ZzFggMmByljlxaiAZj2Jo3u4y3sVqvNwY_4DpHMSvAm2CyYXVTzWanCGEvTbQnu-TcYkywzKLe_l-lkXxeV1AqkRl7ic-h0wBPfj3Y9Z0bl6JbBg/s1200/IMG_2088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW0ZCToIBt6WPRU9DGcsZyj6JaG3vUFGyI4dbkMdkPFBgP2W_4ZPZWzLeF6xAl8GZ63Swnu1PP_4ZzFggMmByljlxaiAZj2Jo3u4y3sVqvNwY_4DpHMSvAm2CyYXVTzWanCGEvTbQnu-TcYkywzKLe_l-lkXxeV1AqkRl7ic-h0wBPfj3Y9Z0bl6JbBg/w426-h640/IMG_2088.jpg" width="426" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I baked it, same as I did three Decembers ago.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I got out pretty plates and old silver and my favorite vintage Christmas tea towel. Lit a candle, borrowed a few old Christmas trees from my Christmas forest.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Set it all up for pictures with a sinking feeling in my heart because last time I made it the batter rose and rose. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">This one didn't. Still, I covered it with the glaze and thought,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> <i>It'll probably taste good anyway.</i></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I took my pictures. We sat down to eat the cake that fell but was going to taste yummy anyway.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Only it didn't.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i></i></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj68mJ6SObAdGSxmagi_u3Yl_WJCm0PK_NKtx3F_HDsCwfBtu9oyOfhZMGS8iXdK9NmTUwZ28LfBbBC9MKYZUFLFrAjIToy-uRsrRAAcsT2uleINycsgX_mlG08savDKKC-5ytlTECtXr2YzAV3wsS8RvGGdLvqnjwj1AfsL68wT1MqbMtdtJ_DZNzRbA/s1200/IMG_2090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj68mJ6SObAdGSxmagi_u3Yl_WJCm0PK_NKtx3F_HDsCwfBtu9oyOfhZMGS8iXdK9NmTUwZ28LfBbBC9MKYZUFLFrAjIToy-uRsrRAAcsT2uleINycsgX_mlG08savDKKC-5ytlTECtXr2YzAV3wsS8RvGGdLvqnjwj1AfsL68wT1MqbMtdtJ_DZNzRbA/w426-h640/IMG_2090.jpg" width="426" /></a></i></span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The resident skunks and possums got the soggy mess and I got the dirty dishes from making it. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">But it was pretty, wasn't it? And I am going to make it again!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">It's from <i>Romantic Homes </i>magazine, December 2015. I couldn't find a link to the recipe or any other recipes that came close to the ingredients but if it turns out well the next time I make it I'll post the recipe here.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Whatever happened to <i>Romantic Homes </i>magazine anyway?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Have you ever had a pretty failure?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><i> </i> <br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2B5y9op0UH1jkwbM9pYrcHCZZ5JLWg2wFaMX3nYOVjZwAAxQ3A90nAYjH6eldXth3gREmYRlXF_t0I5lNVRlU04NWdmJKFS81ak7y0P6lBRryGcNVCkbLKAbacisBX1duCTSF1UxxzWGqmNSjkzjgULKq1FFklmtAEK1TvWadQp-kiDv3zlUVfpcojA/s836/WHC%20Jan%201938.%20painting%20by%20Allen%20Saalburg%20jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2B5y9op0UH1jkwbM9pYrcHCZZ5JLWg2wFaMX3nYOVjZwAAxQ3A90nAYjH6eldXth3gREmYRlXF_t0I5lNVRlU04NWdmJKFS81ak7y0P6lBRryGcNVCkbLKAbacisBX1duCTSF1UxxzWGqmNSjkzjgULKq1FFklmtAEK1TvWadQp-kiDv3zlUVfpcojA/w383-h400/WHC%20Jan%201938.%20painting%20by%20Allen%20Saalburg%20jpg.jpg" width="383" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span><br /></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-26359033297865236542022-11-23T06:09:00.000-08:002022-11-23T06:09:14.336-08:00The Man and The Turkey<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5lonSYsvMPvPZxjhhMGjg5maFufGEhW4WvsDkoCEvaDY0FnxVo_FFNPWjoQi7r92RDvxmYQJCDstRES4fAuxf8LvqvAshVn-kuaxlOBipuobzikuaW5pTJ-eaMuqXkfhrgKT3WQMB_rCLNu3Ue9VKTtqlfGi3zgFMErutLwOBqB0pUtUTm45U4SlrVg/s851/Scan%206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="851" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5lonSYsvMPvPZxjhhMGjg5maFufGEhW4WvsDkoCEvaDY0FnxVo_FFNPWjoQi7r92RDvxmYQJCDstRES4fAuxf8LvqvAshVn-kuaxlOBipuobzikuaW5pTJ-eaMuqXkfhrgKT3WQMB_rCLNu3Ue9VKTtqlfGi3zgFMErutLwOBqB0pUtUTm45U4SlrVg/w602-h640/Scan%206.jpg" width="602" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The man above is my father, the picture probably taken either by my mother or one of my sisters who sent it to me.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I believe he loved Thanksgiving Day better than any other holiday, except maybe Easter. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Of course it was my mother who planned and prepared the food and the table for all holidays. Wish I had a Thanksgiving Day picture of her for here. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">They were a great cooking team, especially when he was cooking outside. He was a superb outdoor cook, both on his grill or his smoker. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I actually don't remember Daddy washing dishes as they accumulated on Thanksgiving Day in the kitchen. It was a different time then; sorry RH, you missed out on that.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">But he was always in the kitchen helping Mama that day, after he'd come home from cooking at the Men's Breakfast at church where he'd fried the stacks of country ham slices for the crowd. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">One of my treasured memories is being outside with clippers on a cold dark day, gathering snippets of shrubbery for the table centerpiece, and looking up to the kitchen window and seeing Daddy and Mama working together in the kitchen, and my younger sisters through the glass door to the den, maybe watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade on television. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">It was one of those rare moments as a teenager when my thoughts turned from my own important personal world to seeing my family as I would a Rembrandt painting--a lump in my throat, struck by the beauty of them all. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The picture of Daddy above, with Mama's traditional Thanksgiving dishes set around the turkey he was about to carve, strikes me the same way right now and makes me miss this man so very much. It was a Thanksgiving when they lived a great distance away from RH and me and our family so I was not there. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I'm thankful this day before Thanksgiving Day for the years I was there with my mother and father and three younger sisters. <br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span><br /></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-88311431843774982122022-11-21T14:00:00.243-08:002022-11-25T08:38:37.079-08:00Cranberry Sauce and Thanksgiving Day Cards<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjwuZQghsx-uIwUmur9VQsQpzRRYiEhUZXFoul3OIE1he7wB38MEaUwOYgxR9ACauIhSTWcK5IfkVDkvWtGjmvWxRx8uiV7fq9K_VqJpPeggvlWO4StllP-Jp_T8SjszDbGF3WoFRj3SdpHckZBoB9JhQkXXUSG57KR6oaRNEidJq7d-Y_eUuHo7Ldwg/s1067/IMG_4372.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjwuZQghsx-uIwUmur9VQsQpzRRYiEhUZXFoul3OIE1he7wB38MEaUwOYgxR9ACauIhSTWcK5IfkVDkvWtGjmvWxRx8uiV7fq9K_VqJpPeggvlWO4StllP-Jp_T8SjszDbGF3WoFRj3SdpHckZBoB9JhQkXXUSG57KR6oaRNEidJq7d-Y_eUuHo7Ldwg/w480-h640/IMG_4372.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I love getting cards in the mail. Do you?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And they're rarer than hen's teeth in 2022. I used to be a prolific card-sender and always sent Thanksgiving Day cards to our adult children and my parents. I think I got that gene from my mother who was a card-sender extraordinaire. <br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And I always <i>addressed </i>all my Christmas cards on Thanksgiving Day night after the cleanup was finished, personal messages to be added in the following weeks. Just me and a good Christmas movie and several boxes of cards, my address book, and always the current USPS Christmas stamps. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">But now? It's been two years since I've sent Christmas cards and I don't know how many since Thanksgiving cards. And I'm ashamed of that. Maybe if I get out all my leftover Christmas cards from over the years and send them no one will remember they got the same one many years ago.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">But I do have a stack of Thanksgiving cards set around the house. All sent us by our one and only daughter, another prolific card-sender, even as busy a career woman as she is. She sent us the card in the first picture last year. I love a pop-up card as much as a three year old! This year the card is sitting in the living room instead of on my kitchen shelves but I need to dust that table before taking a picture of it. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I've exhausted that subject (and my readers) so I'll make short shrift of the subject of Cranberry Sauce.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Simply put, making the first Cranberry Sauce of November makes me happier than makes good sense. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">From the time I wash them and put those ruby red jewels in the pan...</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNzrxgmiCyC1vXgSqGjT5UAKFlnAMeVUKOzLUr_UqHCt4GpPUdNDYJXvnn159M0xGm32_T37FFImkqsA0n-HRpJefAxTR-OzLiNqr6YOTbrpFbb59KF3LBeePOxN6Owsfvblay2Coim6Ae7MJ3KxMa_-Q7AUf5STZl1jOccCm9cO227R3jmRj1X2bvg/s1067/IMG_9141.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNzrxgmiCyC1vXgSqGjT5UAKFlnAMeVUKOzLUr_UqHCt4GpPUdNDYJXvnn159M0xGm32_T37FFImkqsA0n-HRpJefAxTR-OzLiNqr6YOTbrpFbb59KF3LBeePOxN6Owsfvblay2Coim6Ae7MJ3KxMa_-Q7AUf5STZl1jOccCm9cO227R3jmRj1X2bvg/w480-h640/IMG_9141.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> And watch them gel, smelling spices from the cave of Ali Baba...</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTFNOgQ-QAOhZN7ONS4-mSF5dbgA3wxgmCPBYqX2dKh9eNFwLHTzfEuZ4MtfkOp-8vu0imSmnqJLSNotqCmvEIQUW1GIalmqE8B7r0rjUTaxDlqi274Qd5mPBj15r64PMTALJAPCm4Z5mHmVLkruw0BcJL-1NnWDytto7TBTGGX-vXfeoS3LPd7ehI_w/s1067/IMG_9144.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTFNOgQ-QAOhZN7ONS4-mSF5dbgA3wxgmCPBYqX2dKh9eNFwLHTzfEuZ4MtfkOp-8vu0imSmnqJLSNotqCmvEIQUW1GIalmqE8B7r0rjUTaxDlqi274Qd5mPBj15r64PMTALJAPCm4Z5mHmVLkruw0BcJL-1NnWDytto7TBTGGX-vXfeoS3LPd7ehI_w/w480-h640/IMG_9144.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> To <i>Open Sesame! </i>they go into the fridge to be used on omelets and entrees long before Thanksgiving Day that requires a fresh batch.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzykjl_LFaXygus_4J7dBIg1OEDxR8TpF-Hc1QsRTBU1QtjBcvzwnvJRdeHxF_WQ6Nl_7dxSDd9ShacRcY-LevCglMpwTTddCdfvbenYbWFJjP1WhirZQYmoNMdN_qL1E8ZrBLaRtlMLCyiLuLrb_249iZUrduIEBkbBnkCnJpREOtkfb7QE_QLAJfQ/s1067/IMG_9153.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzykjl_LFaXygus_4J7dBIg1OEDxR8TpF-Hc1QsRTBU1QtjBcvzwnvJRdeHxF_WQ6Nl_7dxSDd9ShacRcY-LevCglMpwTTddCdfvbenYbWFJjP1WhirZQYmoNMdN_qL1E8ZrBLaRtlMLCyiLuLrb_249iZUrduIEBkbBnkCnJpREOtkfb7QE_QLAJfQ/w480-h640/IMG_9153.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">No can of Ocean Spray cranberry sauce for me although one of my most pinned pictures on Pinterest is <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/dewena/ads-that-sold/">this ad in my Ads That Sold board by the iconic company showing Mother serving </a>Grandmother slices of cranberry sauce on a silver salver while Father carves the turkey for four generations gathered at the dining table.<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhfQQv2uE6-KtUXGKDFbFX0-vvGkA8NZRkhMcWiNDkUZ0taqAV5YVWId3xghSfof9-rKNXgWvQIcfJkIlztaPCZmfLKyznsq6T2wwdEwTrbwa7ufRD2qRS-AlU0EBMc4jZP31waVxa68twJ1rS51B8tYj3DDDuQLdCK6Jnkm9eeVHou8cLP1xeXV1rAw/s980/family%20dinner,%20Ocean%20Spray.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhfQQv2uE6-KtUXGKDFbFX0-vvGkA8NZRkhMcWiNDkUZ0taqAV5YVWId3xghSfof9-rKNXgWvQIcfJkIlztaPCZmfLKyznsq6T2wwdEwTrbwa7ufRD2qRS-AlU0EBMc4jZP31waVxa68twJ1rS51B8tYj3DDDuQLdCK6Jnkm9eeVHou8cLP1xeXV1rAw/w522-h640/family%20dinner,%20Ocean%20Spray.jpg" width="522" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> There, I've paid homage to the second in my trinity of Thanksgiving favorites, Cornbread Dressing, Cranberry Sauce, and Pies (Chess and Pecan being my favorite although I make some darn delicious Pumpkin Pies too).</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://dewenaswindow.blogspot.com/2014/11/not-just-for-thanksgiving-day.html">My recipe for the Cranberry Sauce included here </a>at a post at Dewena's Window back in the day, when I also showed a new haircut.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">That's all for today. Please don't underestimate the joy that a card in the mailbox brings your senior citizens, and please forgive said senior citizen when she has a mental block about sending out cards herself. Just remember that she did it for many a decade. Thank you. I love you! </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">[Day after Thanksgiving 2022: including a picture of this year's Thanksgiving Cranberry Sauce that was so much prettier than the one above--I cooked it at a lower temperature because I wanted it more saucy and less gelled. So good!]<br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuyPX7XuKmNNdp7kjvoAJX7UbLCCew2WT4JyF34U0vOAJjvIz0q08mpUCg2nzGks7_DYpGUerWR-a1hdBgdG9MOJaqhx1Zu5Z_mEj0JToeRWzyOcm8fx81YMauCGd3AXkl_dkLL_mPjq0CBb2XdDSsF3CJ7y2ycQCF3mdLtzGLFetpD775x_rz_7fiNA/s857/IMG_3033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="857" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuyPX7XuKmNNdp7kjvoAJX7UbLCCew2WT4JyF34U0vOAJjvIz0q08mpUCg2nzGks7_DYpGUerWR-a1hdBgdG9MOJaqhx1Zu5Z_mEj0JToeRWzyOcm8fx81YMauCGd3AXkl_dkLL_mPjq0CBb2XdDSsF3CJ7y2ycQCF3mdLtzGLFetpD775x_rz_7fiNA/w598-h640/IMG_3033.jpg" width="598" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /> </span><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> </span></span><br /></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-40238719040307121102022-11-17T13:22:00.015-08:002022-11-25T08:41:25.396-08:00My Cornbread Dressing and Two Grand-Doggies<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtkIOLjwkVQmP9O3O8lODlN-5PBvToj6wIa3XpfJNOAvygf86EZvU9abMRn28IjN8ZHJhpLQWCIT4aZ6lVagHvDwXEnNUSALLWCPKyZzjUdL8VXHVe9Fcvcl6iQnOFxNDr7aX6Z_H8cuEQnOA4dsZWASPnjCmgMV_8lOCbAxdMbmiJUfGxNLnk1ywjQ/s1067/IMG_9208.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtkIOLjwkVQmP9O3O8lODlN-5PBvToj6wIa3XpfJNOAvygf86EZvU9abMRn28IjN8ZHJhpLQWCIT4aZ6lVagHvDwXEnNUSALLWCPKyZzjUdL8VXHVe9Fcvcl6iQnOFxNDr7aX6Z_H8cuEQnOA4dsZWASPnjCmgMV_8lOCbAxdMbmiJUfGxNLnk1ywjQ/w480-h640/IMG_9208.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I probably should have cropped RH's leg out of this picture but who's going to notice it anyway with our two beautiful granddaughters in it?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">This picture is from <i>last </i>year's Thanksgiving Day that was held at Zack and Court's house (our old Valley View). That's their handsome Forest posing with the girls. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I had to post this picture first because I couldn't lead off a post with a package of meat, could I?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7M5_cM37zLlbQNFAm_aZn04NRMXfHNDxdNxH_V2SNe8uI-z7oHVSp5KHBauXKVgMPFSJIw0gInon5zLYw1zR5cbMN0-QCEfd9PiZ7IXmw9D--gTcIr3JalAoXFjvCKjTgFSBcal0z8j8JMUlrd6Qg63pnVSaUEBKy7Z-NcTuKncfyqkdK1GkzW-RZ9A/s1067/IMG_4394.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7M5_cM37zLlbQNFAm_aZn04NRMXfHNDxdNxH_V2SNe8uI-z7oHVSp5KHBauXKVgMPFSJIw0gInon5zLYw1zR5cbMN0-QCEfd9PiZ7IXmw9D--gTcIr3JalAoXFjvCKjTgFSBcal0z8j8JMUlrd6Qg63pnVSaUEBKy7Z-NcTuKncfyqkdK1GkzW-RZ9A/w300-h400/IMG_4394.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">This is a post of one of three dishes I took last year to Thanksgiving at Zack and Court's house because the younger set is now doing the cooking. There are three things I still make or it just wouldn't seem like Thanksgiving to me or RH.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The Cornbread Dressing, the Cranberry Sauce, and a couple of pies--Chess and Pecan. Here they are, for myself and RH and perhaps for Mimi's Family Cookbook someday for grands and great-grands.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">For wonderfully rich turkey stock, rub the turkey parts of your choice with olive oil, salt, and pepper and roast till golden. These could have stayed in the oven a little longer.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i></i></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqV1RTE4CmUDH_sPbBs-poFXwt-fHPtkmrz2LtFlB5Y7L3ePyphOSA7vqQXU_-Dab8R2vAN3vNahrnIWzoIOQCBintyafJrFIJfBBwmLT0SjJs6wE_VHCD8k3SLYr8kw2eiZG_kufG7mXVAio_iuGKK4bFgo5PO5tZk_ZmbraL4ulJl6oGOxriXBLJ9w/s1067/IMG_9148.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqV1RTE4CmUDH_sPbBs-poFXwt-fHPtkmrz2LtFlB5Y7L3ePyphOSA7vqQXU_-Dab8R2vAN3vNahrnIWzoIOQCBintyafJrFIJfBBwmLT0SjJs6wE_VHCD8k3SLYr8kw2eiZG_kufG7mXVAio_iuGKK4bFgo5PO5tZk_ZmbraL4ulJl6oGOxriXBLJ9w/w480-h640/IMG_9148.jpg" width="480" /></a></i></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><br /> </i>Put them in a stock pot with carrots, celery, onions, and garlic.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjhzilpK3pA7i2pTdaWn3AFVIXSj_ThxdP4a625-MlNTQuOs9bw8YkSXPTouGndGfv6K2iA_JrEf-fVYIzlGRLq0aWivhrXLxzxkr94v9vqvOia0Fh9C7mRyufC8aBA_ZfUWyux33sQ4G1pDT-pq4DqvB4DFoNhU5KGfKh6LGvEwrYJjAvyM6mrWz9WQ/s1067/IMG_9150.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjhzilpK3pA7i2pTdaWn3AFVIXSj_ThxdP4a625-MlNTQuOs9bw8YkSXPTouGndGfv6K2iA_JrEf-fVYIzlGRLq0aWivhrXLxzxkr94v9vqvOia0Fh9C7mRyufC8aBA_ZfUWyux33sQ4G1pDT-pq4DqvB4DFoNhU5KGfKh6LGvEwrYJjAvyM6mrWz9WQ/w480-h640/IMG_9150.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> Add water (distilled water makes the clearest stock), fresh herbs you still have growing outside, salt, whole black pepper pods, bay leaves, any dried herbs you want to include. Cook all day long.<br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRdpIX4AqoFCsWrUEcFxAwLY8bufkaQ66fcR7pptpHv6vWr1hKMOzvtXh2DeZ8HCvsuCJxVAKIlCpkh4D_YA00G_vtetogsidMhdP0S50jK3dlJMfoW74Io-cwVw8x9Xx54tv_7L4efZM3lIgpEnY5aztW7U3W-XPpErpDszZCMjHmxczVi8_JNp04Qg/s1067/IMG_9156.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRdpIX4AqoFCsWrUEcFxAwLY8bufkaQ66fcR7pptpHv6vWr1hKMOzvtXh2DeZ8HCvsuCJxVAKIlCpkh4D_YA00G_vtetogsidMhdP0S50jK3dlJMfoW74Io-cwVw8x9Xx54tv_7L4efZM3lIgpEnY5aztW7U3W-XPpErpDszZCMjHmxczVi8_JNp04Qg/w480-h640/IMG_9156.jpg" width="480" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span><br /></span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And you have beautiful stock at the end of the day! Strain and store in fridge for up to five days or freeze for longer.<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJT3bGfFFxQHZGgarm8O8M0_c2Dl10i_S3jVjhTVPj6gyzQDc6u5m-w0WkIj_AjXjC1ycWFrtjM_CHJCfxLJVebm_M-PqQlO6bekV7XEMuZ2gxswE1uxJzdPlMaKWZ_TKhfcLY38gMZ3iI72vnn0NqXAKXqEegDk44ImvtgaWHOyiYwa-W9YrF_9Rs5w/s1067/IMG_9164.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJT3bGfFFxQHZGgarm8O8M0_c2Dl10i_S3jVjhTVPj6gyzQDc6u5m-w0WkIj_AjXjC1ycWFrtjM_CHJCfxLJVebm_M-PqQlO6bekV7XEMuZ2gxswE1uxJzdPlMaKWZ_TKhfcLY38gMZ3iI72vnn0NqXAKXqEegDk44ImvtgaWHOyiYwa-W9YrF_9Rs5w/w480-h640/IMG_9164.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> Make two pans of buttermilk cornbread the day before Thanksgiving and sit unwrapped till next day. Hopefully you have made buttermilk biscuits a few weeks earlier and frozen 6-8 of them, set out to thaw, unwrap to dry. Add 4 slices good white bread. Let all the bread dry on Thanksgiving Day morning by crumbling on clean tea towels for several hours.<br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Melt two sticks butter in saute pan, add 3 cups chopped onion, 1 1/2 cups chopped celery and sauté, stirring until soft, not brown.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6i7-t-B4Gz1_3vRUDC5PTCU2kVZ0dNqcl9Ox-GvdJIP_5krExWJbdM_gJyuncGzPhrcQAd3fZ_qw_uJU2ueCQWWyXmNKcZK7UUsh5v55_zoIBfDyppjyArwyHc2IM2AJA4tXpyYSMDWher5hyeXqr1xbsIlsf7xCX1isFNf0sK91KrtX5A48MufSKnA/s1067/IMG_9146.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6i7-t-B4Gz1_3vRUDC5PTCU2kVZ0dNqcl9Ox-GvdJIP_5krExWJbdM_gJyuncGzPhrcQAd3fZ_qw_uJU2ueCQWWyXmNKcZK7UUsh5v55_zoIBfDyppjyArwyHc2IM2AJA4tXpyYSMDWher5hyeXqr1xbsIlsf7xCX1isFNf0sK91KrtX5A48MufSKnA/w300-h400/IMG_9146.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">[I wash celery when I bring it home from grocery, dry well and chill so it's ready to use.]</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">[Also good to wash a bunch of parsley and dry well early before chopping. Dressing is one time I use curly parsley instead of Italian.]</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAjAL_qzjY5Qhrlu9FKwz_No1SlqAUcr2GdZfvusavXnvvhVstEXNN-brZU1fCQD6HKiPvZ2DgVb27x9BVVNAQRFuVsy-N2E8jS1fa2MhyPgqrPimSkuMN6TFnlm5yho8XttHy-XKoymflgCpoQTeK-CVbglyJ4jwRB8O808L0qpBbg2gEvClzN7_Yg/s932/IMG_9200.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="932" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAjAL_qzjY5Qhrlu9FKwz_No1SlqAUcr2GdZfvusavXnvvhVstEXNN-brZU1fCQD6HKiPvZ2DgVb27x9BVVNAQRFuVsy-N2E8jS1fa2MhyPgqrPimSkuMN6TFnlm5yho8XttHy-XKoymflgCpoQTeK-CVbglyJ4jwRB8O808L0qpBbg2gEvClzN7_Yg/w344-h400/IMG_9200.jpg" width="344" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> Add 3 tablespoons dried sage or more to crumbled breads in a very large bowl, 2 teaspoons poultry seasoning, 1 teaspoon dried marjoram, a dash of mace, 2 teaspoons salt, 1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper. Also add some chopped fresh sage if you have it. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Stir in the sautéed vegetables and 1 cup minced fresh parsley. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWHRpksBEwxDa0pomTSGad57tLyZwpYfuy-hKKEzryxjd2z73DZ0PT7L3JB0cXg8hTewm8zWJ1fAsbN7l1d_kcskJ7-oyNHH79EIjVzzCCDObrwCN3hqrnCV6CXnTAUWhXL_o2eNFIRqSqqLHClPU0nwVTuPiefcAU_f1xti_zWI15wupLW4dFbs4Q9w/s1067/IMG_4479.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWHRpksBEwxDa0pomTSGad57tLyZwpYfuy-hKKEzryxjd2z73DZ0PT7L3JB0cXg8hTewm8zWJ1fAsbN7l1d_kcskJ7-oyNHH79EIjVzzCCDObrwCN3hqrnCV6CXnTAUWhXL_o2eNFIRqSqqLHClPU0nwVTuPiefcAU_f1xti_zWI15wupLW4dFbs4Q9w/w480-h640/IMG_4479.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Stir in 2 cups of the rich broth (warmed up), and stir in 2 beaten eggs. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Add more stock if needed to be of pancake batter consistency. You don't want it to be soupy but not dry either. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Bake at 375 degrees F. for about 40 minutes, maybe a little longer if it looks like it needs it. Don't dry it out.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJHdpJt71-FeHVHvpm92-NH7J3OI5zOZadWwKZWyzGSE8-oqa0Qx26HNkbJtODkI4c4707ib3GOpEdBWPVRPSSzFCJZP5-M74FnEMOzPxZBadHJFmwbY4dQWo9ttu6xy8LeDju46ErzgRIlHQSiwLLBzLHhrHHRHemMKqj1wgn1VRaM9hAAZYZhwy8tw/s1067/IMG_4489.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJHdpJt71-FeHVHvpm92-NH7J3OI5zOZadWwKZWyzGSE8-oqa0Qx26HNkbJtODkI4c4707ib3GOpEdBWPVRPSSzFCJZP5-M74FnEMOzPxZBadHJFmwbY4dQWo9ttu6xy8LeDju46ErzgRIlHQSiwLLBzLHhrHHRHemMKqj1wgn1VRaM9hAAZYZhwy8tw/w480-h640/IMG_4489.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sprinkle with chopped fresh Italian parsley when serving.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Excellent hot with a dab of cranberry sauce. I don't even need turkey if I have these two things.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">This was my mother's dressing, with a few changes I've made over the years. I would eat hers in a heartbeat if she were still here to cook it. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">To end with another picture from last Thanksgiving Day other than food, here is another of Zack and Court's fur babies, <i>Peanut Buttah</i>, a rescue from a hurricane in Puerto Rico a few years ago. She's had several eye surgeries and still doesn't see much but she doesn't need to as Zack sees for her.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghrl3gn_PxvbLJii2aa6jD3RZYuJQqkdNdyfh3g3UZbaQV6fh0iswvXF65qYX2xe-VruGAPsif3fmgaV9Mla9iRps_GGPHOsgg4kFPiaNO6Rua0n4ELU3rR80Bou7SkWHHzBMLWf0JHVi1hSbQfYmdXrIztZGMtv3gZBrB80LcWU3vDeXzwUVArLyocA/s1067/IMG_9229.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghrl3gn_PxvbLJii2aa6jD3RZYuJQqkdNdyfh3g3UZbaQV6fh0iswvXF65qYX2xe-VruGAPsif3fmgaV9Mla9iRps_GGPHOsgg4kFPiaNO6Rua0n4ELU3rR80Bou7SkWHHzBMLWf0JHVi1hSbQfYmdXrIztZGMtv3gZBrB80LcWU3vDeXzwUVArLyocA/w480-h640/IMG_9229.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Happy Thanksgiving Day prep to my U.S. friends and family!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">[Dressing from Thanksgiving Day 2022--It's so much prettier in a glass baking dish!]</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLxBoWmUIC71ttTq3PJy9MalYbcFfzpWsBUKDgUOIvD3Hg6wGwUkFOBIMV6tv8dd60H-mHzwsgb9XEU1RjS_4Qqx7BX5fwYQ41tYnVAKsXPHz3v2IfWO3dh6_GDDMgBtvuLhNNv17HT7MxtzgSP-lVBd9pEpXQbN93YB2S3EAACvrSmwDT5YVbtRUwpA/s911/IMG_3041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLxBoWmUIC71ttTq3PJy9MalYbcFfzpWsBUKDgUOIvD3Hg6wGwUkFOBIMV6tv8dd60H-mHzwsgb9XEU1RjS_4Qqx7BX5fwYQ41tYnVAKsXPHz3v2IfWO3dh6_GDDMgBtvuLhNNv17HT7MxtzgSP-lVBd9pEpXQbN93YB2S3EAACvrSmwDT5YVbtRUwpA/w562-h640/IMG_3041.jpg" width="562" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /> </span><br /><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> <br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> </span></span><br /></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-79076191669887601242022-11-04T09:31:00.102-07:002022-11-04T10:08:57.488-07:0010 Years of Blogging for Ballast<p> <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">On November 1, 2012 I began blogging here on Across the Way.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">It's brought me so much joy, the joy of creating and the joy of friendships and the joy of glimpses into other women's lives. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">It's helped me to recognize myself when at times I believed no one else did. And now, at an age when so many seniors feel invisible, that can be even more true.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And so I hope to continue blogging as long as I can. This is not another post under my Blogging label used 13 times that is to announce some foolish change. I'm not announcing a blogging break or that I'm blogging but turning off comments like I've done <i>ad nauseam </i>here and at <i>Dewena's Window</i> over the years.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">As I read back through my previous posts under the Blogging label, I was so embarrassed. What nonsense! There was only one post under the Blogging label that still rings true, March 1, 2013's Blogging for Ballast. <a href="https://awindow-lookacrosstheway.blogspot.com/2013/03/blogging-for-ballast.html">[Here.] </a>The three reasons for blogging I gave there are still true for me.<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">So many who left comments agreed with me and had their own experience to share. Last night I took the time to go to the blog of each one if they had a blog and found that of the 26 people, only 9 seemed still to be currently blogging. So it seems likely that each one assessed their own relationship with blogging and moved on to accommodate their own needs. Probably many are now on Instagram. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I'm on Instagram but I only follow others. I love watching some of the reels that are of movie production quality but have you seen the hundreds of thumbs down that even the best get? What is wrong with people? I just can't quite get up my nerve to begin posting, or the know how to do it.<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I didn't lead an exciting life to blog about when I began blogging 10 years ago. And I lead an even less exciting life now, thank God. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">When I post pictures on my blogs now you may spot a cobweb or a dusty lamp. I don't vacuum anymore, RH does every couple of weeks and he spends hours doing it thoroughly. I rotate through the house, polishing at least one piece of furniture a day because I love polished furniture, I ordered wonderful long handled tools by Oxo that help seniors clean that I love to use, I love to putter around the house and try to follow the Mount Vernon method of cleaning so that <i>eventually </i>everything gets done (RH doing the lower regions). </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I cook a whole lot! I like to cook and I like to eat and I like to eat at a pretty table. And I've learned to make it easy on myself by washing up as I go, and I start the dishwasher every night even if it's half empty. <br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I don't attempt to do seasonal decorating in whatever new style is being done online. If anything, it has now become Granny Style, and not even Granny Chic. <br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIXH6_HtfstP6SaJhuM51v8a2tpLCEuhN46WoJ3s65eFJcUnAkhG3OIXJXoA61O8beoz9V--wfZiBOLx0qod16seL_ixJeWYFvYVVzkD5FE92W4uSPRYTaHH-FeLoKlsxCZBPWVtvhm_Fl6aU3k3ln_q2s-xZebQg346BjuHoqThJh0P387V3y3Iv8Ig/s800/IMG_2846.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIXH6_HtfstP6SaJhuM51v8a2tpLCEuhN46WoJ3s65eFJcUnAkhG3OIXJXoA61O8beoz9V--wfZiBOLx0qod16seL_ixJeWYFvYVVzkD5FE92W4uSPRYTaHH-FeLoKlsxCZBPWVtvhm_Fl6aU3k3ln_q2s-xZebQg346BjuHoqThJh0P387V3y3Iv8Ig/w640-h480/IMG_2846.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> A bagful of fake fall leaves garland, etc. that I was given go out on the front porch with our collection of primitive crocks and chairs. And they didn't even get dusted this fall.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_VQGPVbEl8fJdrMSbNxzZh9lYV017bOkayipZ2mSKrCG2hakHgvf-JaPglagYXDWu6DLsrA5wFZIgpeD2RGSzZKMFUPVY_9RsUhxBLhB3MOTAyir0tL7Gv60NLpxhnxzMoTtm7_OBX9EtTJbyYQLOhCGJ7BV8S83gZTGuKnC0dzss7TcUjODoZcjmA/s800/IMG_2852.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="797" data-original-width="800" height="638" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_VQGPVbEl8fJdrMSbNxzZh9lYV017bOkayipZ2mSKrCG2hakHgvf-JaPglagYXDWu6DLsrA5wFZIgpeD2RGSzZKMFUPVY_9RsUhxBLhB3MOTAyir0tL7Gv60NLpxhnxzMoTtm7_OBX9EtTJbyYQLOhCGJ7BV8S83gZTGuKnC0dzss7TcUjODoZcjmA/w640-h638/IMG_2852.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I'm not going to embarrass myself or you and go on in this slant because that would be further <i>ad nauseam. </i>The truth is, I love my life! I love my life at this stage, even with revolving trips to a physical therapist needed. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I am so thankful to be alive! I'm so thankful for my husband and family and this home we've been at six years. I love the garden RH has made here and the fall colors in it now.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOaFS8B2VZgcVPsje83644H-iwO5H1xYq7hLUNiPSULsMeYLZWD7xmwOhk697tPj460u74EgoHn5A1emUp8XZoH0FZ6SrfpUGgfqAtgfLGDDe8kk91T6jrWZ65UI0WGNstpfDKL3tiUW5RkvqV6NpzxsJlqGRGyeqY38TN_a2l6LAudbNiSlW0DGvbpA/s1067/IMG_2016.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOaFS8B2VZgcVPsje83644H-iwO5H1xYq7hLUNiPSULsMeYLZWD7xmwOhk697tPj460u74EgoHn5A1emUp8XZoH0FZ6SrfpUGgfqAtgfLGDDe8kk91T6jrWZ65UI0WGNstpfDKL3tiUW5RkvqV6NpzxsJlqGRGyeqY38TN_a2l6LAudbNiSlW0DGvbpA/w480-h640/IMG_2016.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">We both get so much enjoyment from all our wildlife, the birds we feed, the possums, skunks, groundhogs, rabbits, a fox or two, geese who come to the pond and our yard from January to July and the deer who visit for the apples RH cuts up for them.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Yesterday there were our regular mamas with their young but the shyer bucks came too and RH managed to get pictures of this handsome guy.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiEGHa7DDwus0gKIrlq6Rol-x51b_Q8-DzKThNEPSuwmo5a_f0zMH2tUReZeLUGoomWMa1wnwpBaQSum7qsf48z7VWOCu0lnQ8Jvk_N9gsCdtD5pg0Kb6k00kksSI0aLEuIaPF2aBiXueO6YE-UW4q17OFZQrDqyTju9rPrGX0AXAsaKIBgTtOlNXLCA/s891/IMG_2834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="891" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiEGHa7DDwus0gKIrlq6Rol-x51b_Q8-DzKThNEPSuwmo5a_f0zMH2tUReZeLUGoomWMa1wnwpBaQSum7qsf48z7VWOCu0lnQ8Jvk_N9gsCdtD5pg0Kb6k00kksSI0aLEuIaPF2aBiXueO6YE-UW4q17OFZQrDqyTju9rPrGX0AXAsaKIBgTtOlNXLCA/w574-h640/IMG_2834.jpg" width="574" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">And BreeBree...</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1sRRy3ITDmgr_qiK2OLQjv7ZiC7JE_Gx69za1GgPCxpXVIe3G7CGFCMgPOi7QdmkBXy5EBdp9YqGgZwdbkHBkNZvinzH4KpeDlQYlNsbGbrHaEw_v7H-Ui0sLK02NewEhZR3Z7vjQHhzl_1XKl3RgM28L6RKc-pK2qabucwhsUFpBJAtDHnWBvQp1cg/s869/IMG_2896.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="869" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1sRRy3ITDmgr_qiK2OLQjv7ZiC7JE_Gx69za1GgPCxpXVIe3G7CGFCMgPOi7QdmkBXy5EBdp9YqGgZwdbkHBkNZvinzH4KpeDlQYlNsbGbrHaEw_v7H-Ui0sLK02NewEhZR3Z7vjQHhzl_1XKl3RgM28L6RKc-pK2qabucwhsUFpBJAtDHnWBvQp1cg/w590-h640/IMG_2896.jpg" width="590" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">They're at the groomers this morning while I'm writing this. They have a standing three months appointment now because it's so much easier than us trying to shampoo them. The house is so quiet today while they're gone!</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">All their nests are out in the sun and their blankets are in the wash. They'll want a couple of green beans for treats when they come home and then a good nap, snuggling together as always, never a cross word between them. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And if we all go to bed tonight knowing our eight children, eight grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren are safe, it will be a triumph of a day.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I hope yours is too. <br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> <br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> <br /></span></span></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-21466435134063796732022-09-14T16:42:00.001-07:002022-09-14T16:42:13.299-07:00A Movie and a Supper. What Happened to Conversation?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhJM-4gYQkr-uyvtIbd2qsUbTivdmzRLE3c_ApgWHP25DzXhTFx0mnZfwnJ_QQZZOIc2xqnaEstflhvq2EgdzNwsSsdTYAfwpc3VSpmXXl_EpYydrdEI3SrThd1w-FKBHjdt_1Omt5dhKN3i1lKopibpiimafF2e7I1MV_IQE38cImIP1fCn4-dMc2A/s1067/IMG_2433.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhJM-4gYQkr-uyvtIbd2qsUbTivdmzRLE3c_ApgWHP25DzXhTFx0mnZfwnJ_QQZZOIc2xqnaEstflhvq2EgdzNwsSsdTYAfwpc3VSpmXXl_EpYydrdEI3SrThd1w-FKBHjdt_1Omt5dhKN3i1lKopibpiimafF2e7I1MV_IQE38cImIP1fCn4-dMc2A/w480-h640/IMG_2433.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">What? Doesn't everyone put a picture of a movie playing in the background on their blog posts? Sorry, but <i>Sergeant York </i>is one of RH's all time favorite movies and he was about to have a hissy fit when I had supper ready and suggested turning off the television to take pictures.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">But there's a story behind those two green pitchers I used as vases so I'm going to tell it. It looks like a flower design on them, doesn't it? No, they're cabbages.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I first saw them in a British magazine,<i> </i>my favorite <i>Period Living, </i>in October 2018. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexXrn36810PZ6FpI-jMdjdw_T9Bzkd7PctLY4BI7p2x_rHnpUWObEQaeG7QJzbAs68VzxB6ptIZ1WxABv9GFGV5Qc-AVeI6U2GA8K9QHjLrwMzg6kjCACVdseKE5p2AjNseXLvIXx6GfNBE103qfo5VQeRpe_BZiITae5qfyP_o2C7qTmj-JVsgCBYw/s1067/IMG_2410.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexXrn36810PZ6FpI-jMdjdw_T9Bzkd7PctLY4BI7p2x_rHnpUWObEQaeG7QJzbAs68VzxB6ptIZ1WxABv9GFGV5Qc-AVeI6U2GA8K9QHjLrwMzg6kjCACVdseKE5p2AjNseXLvIXx6GfNBE103qfo5VQeRpe_BZiITae5qfyP_o2C7qTmj-JVsgCBYw/w480-h640/IMG_2410.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">See? It says Ceramic Cabbage jug, by Paperchase, only 12 pounds--what is that in dollars? Anyway, that's my kind of green and I remembered them.<br /> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDRpg7LV1ft8HwzHDwpK-litapqk9X3yLEbEsNU51F0ak35rehUXK3lTthoufT8p7SXEotgsT0iyYGj_EHWKfAJiv0TQKiJCdI4feOdYhzgqzQuP4W6x2mVzHFXz-z22wypq99dGhYcU9nOqg7QNMuY4DKMe8YReRxcoIEKIQ51wye4MTs-S8P8oIpg/s1067/IMG_2392.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDRpg7LV1ft8HwzHDwpK-litapqk9X3yLEbEsNU51F0ak35rehUXK3lTthoufT8p7SXEotgsT0iyYGj_EHWKfAJiv0TQKiJCdI4feOdYhzgqzQuP4W6x2mVzHFXz-z22wypq99dGhYcU9nOqg7QNMuY4DKMe8YReRxcoIEKIQ51wye4MTs-S8P8oIpg/w480-h640/IMG_2392.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">Two years later a large and a small jug sat on my kitchen shelves, for only $15. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I found them, unbelievably, in our local antique mall for $30 but everything in the shop was 50% off. They were mine!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWPiPUpznH5PfihfgPxxEYHY8IVzEH7N5EsxeVC3JDykR-L9vaCPUK8xGMBfpVNX-uxcDPVmDTpHfAtr5Geqay50cQ5TwlL8zsOjhhsC33nN7qNNRFPHepPLMVstChxeC7zeykReefQhFjwe6pEZ0Ct3YJdVnF2gL9VheHknwarvovVgk8R8azaAzuYQ/s1067/IMG_2422.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWPiPUpznH5PfihfgPxxEYHY8IVzEH7N5EsxeVC3JDykR-L9vaCPUK8xGMBfpVNX-uxcDPVmDTpHfAtr5Geqay50cQ5TwlL8zsOjhhsC33nN7qNNRFPHepPLMVstChxeC7zeykReefQhFjwe6pEZ0Ct3YJdVnF2gL9VheHknwarvovVgk8R8azaAzuYQ/w480-h640/IMG_2422.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The jugs make perfect pitchers for sunflowers because sunflowers just turn the water nasty looking in a glass vase.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Thanks to Lorrie and Gretchen's advice I finally cut some of our zinnias to go with the grocery store sunflowers. They were past their peak but pretty in candlelight.<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOsDa5Y09HnkYwM56PuKWjeCnIZjIM4aDIwX0AKjQTql4s37_k1WDYqzQO9VviHRATjCxy-epzhbbRnK5RroEkNw_S-IoEj2WdjOC0G-V5Y0bGTebEjCOqc-ON0uRje6ogUxoniAAeUYZ3ecUmD9UaSuQ1_pFA-YgY3PxXBvaytgCYSQvH4Qj2Zr01A/s1067/IMG_2415.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOsDa5Y09HnkYwM56PuKWjeCnIZjIM4aDIwX0AKjQTql4s37_k1WDYqzQO9VviHRATjCxy-epzhbbRnK5RroEkNw_S-IoEj2WdjOC0G-V5Y0bGTebEjCOqc-ON0uRje6ogUxoniAAeUYZ3ecUmD9UaSuQ1_pFA-YgY3PxXBvaytgCYSQvH4Qj2Zr01A/w480-h640/IMG_2415.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And I brought the pretty little cabbage tureen from the kitchen to the table too. I don't use it for food as it says Holland Mold and I'm afraid it might not be food safe.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8HTVXSrL2auu5aGGVibdjPdkEe7goXl27rZklIsc5CtDdU00OQ_f3wBOSfkJZSbZVbGrNi0C2B4R5FpqDJy1wFkJtnsu-gvgiFd4DkdKyXLXcq5zyl_HbofFy44a7g5JQdvMD1tCyzK7TygTG5p6I-bAz-eq4whqNoxYvjkriA4oB1loDEOwu6_FzKg/s1067/IMG_2395.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8HTVXSrL2auu5aGGVibdjPdkEe7goXl27rZklIsc5CtDdU00OQ_f3wBOSfkJZSbZVbGrNi0C2B4R5FpqDJy1wFkJtnsu-gvgiFd4DkdKyXLXcq5zyl_HbofFy44a7g5JQdvMD1tCyzK7TygTG5p6I-bAz-eq4whqNoxYvjkriA4oB1loDEOwu6_FzKg/w480-h640/IMG_2395.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">Did you notice the pretty farm tablecloth with the sunflowers? It's my favorite tablecloth for August and early September. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtY1YSb4tFV9WB6C1FENyjOrqWySjKzhSUhCxtpWoD51oKdYaiqIP2K6HElNbSQcFoqACBNPpNsrKUlWydmzrfm4uo_93vhXu2Zq2UDmP-O8OQfhMuFP4azg2vWahTqe08bPGuCfh-u7AgOR_rogLYIo4MdqBp9LU4UJ9-4zQzL8C_ym4UTmR_R9YHA/s1067/IMG_2402.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtY1YSb4tFV9WB6C1FENyjOrqWySjKzhSUhCxtpWoD51oKdYaiqIP2K6HElNbSQcFoqACBNPpNsrKUlWydmzrfm4uo_93vhXu2Zq2UDmP-O8OQfhMuFP4azg2vWahTqe08bPGuCfh-u7AgOR_rogLYIo4MdqBp9LU4UJ9-4zQzL8C_ym4UTmR_R9YHA/w480-h640/IMG_2402.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">That's chicken salad in a croissant sitting on the pretty French faience luncheon plates I found at the Goodwill years ago, a dozen taped together for a dollar each, if I remember right, which I may not. The chicken salad is a mix between Ina Garten's and the chicken salad we had in Blowing Rock, North Carolina at the Storie Street Grill but no recipe here because everyone has their own favorite version.<br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLnOCR3g9IsBUQlO85d11GPNhlwdzUyzKchlFlQkjk98Fd_x20sSL3osK8uHTy6u838Bo2gOhNt-deN0l-dDo3n4tysJBsJQFbBZBuaIKEJPWh0I_BHBBOpXu8XtjH2mW2LTpoGmpNAlh_BzLRIqzy_0Brn0ZfwGrzwQDZkHHEVowesseCS5iiz1Y92w/s1067/IMG_2405.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLnOCR3g9IsBUQlO85d11GPNhlwdzUyzKchlFlQkjk98Fd_x20sSL3osK8uHTy6u838Bo2gOhNt-deN0l-dDo3n4tysJBsJQFbBZBuaIKEJPWh0I_BHBBOpXu8XtjH2mW2LTpoGmpNAlh_BzLRIqzy_0Brn0ZfwGrzwQDZkHHEVowesseCS5iiz1Y92w/w480-h640/IMG_2405.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And the Cauliflower Soup is <a href="https://www.housebeautiful.com/lifestyle/recipes-cookbooks/a5652/lulu-powers-cauliflower-soup-recipe/">Lulu Powers, link here.</a><br />I think next time I'll add a little dry mustard to perk it up a little and maybe add a couple of potatoes for more body.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And I'll break my pretzel rod garnish into much smaller pieces but the simple recipe for them was really good. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-q7bZUc4C7TG4KinbSXrjHJ1OaWitxttQWH-hRbOLffYoUW1GUhxWju6c3EAXk65GMx5Ly6Y4QxNGf96_ghVABE6VuiTwIC48ECUZV6DJyQvwBTtDZVgjWTr8qgJANArf9JRk4F0CmpLg_odPOocw2rIJIdhis4SHkqA3VLOaWjxEb_omNrJ3Htrmg/s1066/0-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1066" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-q7bZUc4C7TG4KinbSXrjHJ1OaWitxttQWH-hRbOLffYoUW1GUhxWju6c3EAXk65GMx5Ly6Y4QxNGf96_ghVABE6VuiTwIC48ECUZV6DJyQvwBTtDZVgjWTr8qgJANArf9JRk4F0CmpLg_odPOocw2rIJIdhis4SHkqA3VLOaWjxEb_omNrJ3Htrmg/w480-h640/0-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> They're Seasoned Pretzels from Half Baked Harvest's <i>Super Simple </i>that goes with her Broccoli Cheddar Soup. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">My daughter-in-law Court gave the cookbook to me for my birthday and some of my new favorite recipes are from it. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsidO4oez2ZKT7d_SWv47y3mj2DpPBPjyzCJe8x9_7L7Exj6ogICc7L0TKHR3ED7Wl_LRtdKupTWM9kQTu59ATxrWASy6SVIfE7o4loezpSO9rOf2mxD_HnJOuMuO5aSeZhsIHWUPgyAq4-aV_ifoU8M9AQIXVXnBNmknWnYiyHB4mpnY_TWZNWEVYgw/s1067/IMG_1624.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsidO4oez2ZKT7d_SWv47y3mj2DpPBPjyzCJe8x9_7L7Exj6ogICc7L0TKHR3ED7Wl_LRtdKupTWM9kQTu59ATxrWASy6SVIfE7o4loezpSO9rOf2mxD_HnJOuMuO5aSeZhsIHWUPgyAq4-aV_ifoU8M9AQIXVXnBNmknWnYiyHB4mpnY_TWZNWEVYgw/w480-h640/IMG_1624.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Her Strawberry Pretzel Tart, that I made back in May, is in this cookbook, much prettier than mine, but so delicious with its Whipped Mascarpone filling. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I tried to find a link to the recipe online but couldn't find it. So many of Ms. Gerard's other pretzel-strawberry desserts are online so maybe this 1922 cookbook hasn't yet been linked to recipes online? I haven't tried a single recipe from the book yet that we didn't like.<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYjeT6QosvoFrD4ErKBcQ4TOT_UcY_noyqDBTswUWvmfqG4EZE04mMwVbwZnR5MrEFx5m6isIasIpPi1gsqAgElSQNQEFDKlLh5Li3gHnO08PmAd0uCIkqg1cu23uSe3ooVDD86O36uWpEUQsOz55TItsv6leLI25vzk6GonR6GVmu6bofF-YObtcVQ/s1067/IMG_2429.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYjeT6QosvoFrD4ErKBcQ4TOT_UcY_noyqDBTswUWvmfqG4EZE04mMwVbwZnR5MrEFx5m6isIasIpPi1gsqAgElSQNQEFDKlLh5Li3gHnO08PmAd0uCIkqg1cu23uSe3ooVDD86O36uWpEUQsOz55TItsv6leLI25vzk6GonR6GVmu6bofF-YObtcVQ/w480-h640/IMG_2429.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> Time to say goodnight. Fair warning, I wouldn't be surprised if most of any future supper table pics here include the television in the background. We're both tired by evening, too tired to talk much, and feel that we deserve a good movie. And then it is football season and I wouldn't dare try to turn a game off. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Conversation at the supper table? It used to be so important that I even have a label for it. Not so much anymore but don't judge, please, at least not until you reach our age. <br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> </span></span><br /></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-55280224982822148442022-09-13T15:07:00.000-07:002022-09-13T15:07:32.778-07:00September Morning<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGTYyVnVGJwCMudJu0byFC3pmLgenqiZJLX4G9NfxxOldmydvNi2d-ALQd0U2w3dztS6fSHbGdKMxL8x2wM2ZxrvZBeE0OaQ6vtnVFLkoltc94PXJrwJGfMAiAF6XnOb1__DD5zChvgR4QNKif_d9yNM1gHHO2LSd1kuSsN5jZodGrMNfd01kGzOH0yg/s1067/IMG_2501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGTYyVnVGJwCMudJu0byFC3pmLgenqiZJLX4G9NfxxOldmydvNi2d-ALQd0U2w3dztS6fSHbGdKMxL8x2wM2ZxrvZBeE0OaQ6vtnVFLkoltc94PXJrwJGfMAiAF6XnOb1__DD5zChvgR4QNKif_d9yNM1gHHO2LSd1kuSsN5jZodGrMNfd01kGzOH0yg/w480-h640/IMG_2501.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Our garden is a fine place to be on a cool sunny September morning with a "scarf of blue mist around her shoulders."</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1HC9hhVgdViMfj4hh0t8ErX1GqlmoVByFGqnbHO6wiAIyUH6Yb4HlJnwkZDwA4XS8UqaX3vZnVhBBw6v60DK_2H8lSfNp9yBM_iCzWvDUVO3aT-DOQBo9Z6Xbr1UGLu7BbdNVPdaATUY-vjJVv7BAs-5Adg00S9MetZJ0twyiY1TjLOjTFfnTgeXfWw/s1067/IMG_2520.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1HC9hhVgdViMfj4hh0t8ErX1GqlmoVByFGqnbHO6wiAIyUH6Yb4HlJnwkZDwA4XS8UqaX3vZnVhBBw6v60DK_2H8lSfNp9yBM_iCzWvDUVO3aT-DOQBo9Z6Xbr1UGLu7BbdNVPdaATUY-vjJVv7BAs-5Adg00S9MetZJ0twyiY1TjLOjTFfnTgeXfWw/w480-h640/IMG_2520.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />I try to snap a clear picture of BreeBree and James Mason as they chase madly around trying to pick up the scent of Chester, resident chipmunk.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhasRWJBInQ0wuimBmMRFKSip3DGVfeofrx09F32RR-D2Ahg-OLVwiYdlHrYAc5ts7JXl12-KbSW1T4Wq26I0f3vsSPBTnHGK0eBJFDUHWGOrvP_fwGtDQZjyEYfmUXqzs5UIyW2Yaqoa1yQFd3s-rFDklpc8_r4SNqcXJoHrgoKA7JrpMcnX8lCxWIWA/s856/IMG_2472%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhasRWJBInQ0wuimBmMRFKSip3DGVfeofrx09F32RR-D2Ahg-OLVwiYdlHrYAc5ts7JXl12-KbSW1T4Wq26I0f3vsSPBTnHGK0eBJFDUHWGOrvP_fwGtDQZjyEYfmUXqzs5UIyW2Yaqoa1yQFd3s-rFDklpc8_r4SNqcXJoHrgoKA7JrpMcnX8lCxWIWA/w598-h640/IMG_2472%202.jpg" width="598" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Hummingbirds zoom in and out to the tiny red flowers of an unknown plant. On one day the flowers dwindle down to a few and I wonder if they should be cut back to encourage more blooms but then the very next morning it is loaded with red blooms, and hummingbirds. Over and over.<br /> </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZXv2Yt_K-bLA5fXEuNgGnLMBXjlWBNTfdoGQflNO1DsdSzZz6MP2fdru6icL9qACBB1v02gQUewZmPe9WLvtaPkoc2G7nLliQuVicbunX-roALYg5r7HbdvfUKilbAva4MnrAyFu8CN_JmkFucbRIJhmW788mnsaMdq6ooNrl1_Xtf2nGHt9bngjbQ/s1067/IMG_2511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZXv2Yt_K-bLA5fXEuNgGnLMBXjlWBNTfdoGQflNO1DsdSzZz6MP2fdru6icL9qACBB1v02gQUewZmPe9WLvtaPkoc2G7nLliQuVicbunX-roALYg5r7HbdvfUKilbAva4MnrAyFu8CN_JmkFucbRIJhmW788mnsaMdq6ooNrl1_Xtf2nGHt9bngjbQ/w480-h640/IMG_2511.jpg" width="480" /></a></div></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The hydrangeas are past their peak. This year I'm not cutting bunches for drying. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-iQUbQlb_QkZC3u6531-gw_LyV3L6-uy6mT60CGkYNTUeL-0m69MJSJJHujEqwDhqeolf4iiQvSv11kl4wuRuMVXGVfvH4Xxm3cfQUl_ztLu96q2sw11S_h1tSFZQyqWm--kmjmn4Dc5HgcKVeruoS2LUo0Pj9HCE-QBXQj5VGQs9MPgsPlvOQZQaQ/s1067/IMG_2513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-iQUbQlb_QkZC3u6531-gw_LyV3L6-uy6mT60CGkYNTUeL-0m69MJSJJHujEqwDhqeolf4iiQvSv11kl4wuRuMVXGVfvH4Xxm3cfQUl_ztLu96q2sw11S_h1tSFZQyqWm--kmjmn4Dc5HgcKVeruoS2LUo0Pj9HCE-QBXQj5VGQs9MPgsPlvOQZQaQ/w480-h640/IMG_2513.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">We haven't taken down the Fourth of July bunting yet. Hopefully it will come down before the Christmas wreath goes up.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8aFPxv5JWUwksVsHB32m8iuPIea6fHi26ZtNgPHa3Iq0FOUgnkjLsIPRjt-I5zuj1Xd9CwnCqSrd51m6H3BIjj5UFTCSlQrdhARubz74l8SBW_Smjxt5CISSZzLfyXW9l5lxBysIIIOJR3FZTeClxOELxDwvdkjntiP2tNZJqvE9_4Nvo3HUBfIPLbw/s800/IMG_2499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8aFPxv5JWUwksVsHB32m8iuPIea6fHi26ZtNgPHa3Iq0FOUgnkjLsIPRjt-I5zuj1Xd9CwnCqSrd51m6H3BIjj5UFTCSlQrdhARubz74l8SBW_Smjxt5CISSZzLfyXW9l5lxBysIIIOJR3FZTeClxOELxDwvdkjntiP2tNZJqvE9_4Nvo3HUBfIPLbw/w640-h480/IMG_2499.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> I'm letting go of summer a little bit at a time this year but a September garden with BreeBree and James Mason is a fine place to be.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">September comes to us as a woman blessed with a great inheritance, whose lines have fallen in fair places. She has the flash and frame of leaves that begin to turn, she is colorful with blossoms, and she wears a scarf of blue mist around her shoulders. But to think of all the glories that have been handed down to her from August.</span> </span></span></blockquote><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Richardson Wright, <i>Truly Rural</i></span></span><br /></p><p><br /></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-29170087327380729722022-08-28T15:53:00.000-07:002022-08-28T15:53:41.238-07:00Nectarines or Peaches?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZHYmktnjdqy6yX-Si5hDldSI1qHmY7npCcqzkwH1RZ9T8Tkk4fFd6oe7QQHHX_Zj3INstG6XbFcFLM8CGmJKAU8RVJMUxAMynegEKVD1giYT_2qQACjECGRsGGFhKviW4DWz6XVQ42USzMV_1ubu27BOpTaE7Lp0mwGCiN1_YucHAsFXVNu0EEk02w/s1067/IMG_2299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZHYmktnjdqy6yX-Si5hDldSI1qHmY7npCcqzkwH1RZ9T8Tkk4fFd6oe7QQHHX_Zj3INstG6XbFcFLM8CGmJKAU8RVJMUxAMynegEKVD1giYT_2qQACjECGRsGGFhKviW4DWz6XVQ42USzMV_1ubu27BOpTaE7Lp0mwGCiN1_YucHAsFXVNu0EEk02w/w480-h640/IMG_2299.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I'm an unabashed lover of nectarines. Whenever our local markets have organic nectarines, we buy a small sackful. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Here's an easy and delicious nectarine dessert that was in the September 2020 issue of the <i>UK Country Living. </i>Sorry, but I couldn't find an online link to the recipe.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkfcjvHXuvtqi1Z1Y2m8Fkgwhq6dYYcWMmE6t1nGIdsEa8Ct1fMp0ujDGpehXj76jrYJn-lG5NrDejsF4jDHEZ5BIowmg07iYOvDoXN90NivBfgg8KlQ8Vs3pxvkZnh0nPJitD5t7IOrTQZ8JUyL_USOMB0sZFflefOvHnWMNlm2XGT85ySl7D6Q2ig/s1067/IMG_2282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkfcjvHXuvtqi1Z1Y2m8Fkgwhq6dYYcWMmE6t1nGIdsEa8Ct1fMp0ujDGpehXj76jrYJn-lG5NrDejsF4jDHEZ5BIowmg07iYOvDoXN90NivBfgg8KlQ8Vs3pxvkZnh0nPJitD5t7IOrTQZ8JUyL_USOMB0sZFflefOvHnWMNlm2XGT85ySl7D6Q2ig/w480-h640/IMG_2282.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> Baked Nutmeg and Rosemary Nectarines</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Oven 400 F (200 C) -- I guessed at the conversion.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">1. Lay sprigs of fresh rosemary on baking dish and top with 4 nectarines halved and pitted, cut side up.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">2. Grate 1/4 of whole nutmeg over the fruit and sprinkle on 2 tablespoons brown sugar on top and a pinch of sea salt. (I also sprinkled on a little of the Lemon Juice powder that I got from Baker's Catalogue.)<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">3. Drizzle 1 tablespoon olive oil over (I used the Greek olive oil my daughter brought me that I use sparingly in special recipes.)</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">4. Bake 25-30 minutes at 400 F.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">5. Serve with Greek yogurt, porridge or rice pudding. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I used my favorite mascarpone with a little honey stirred in on top and the flavor was intensely delicious. We didn't eat the rosemary with the fruit but it did add an amazing scent.<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX47lLU5t9Qf_pgBLSOX8DLbdmyBWIC2-i3In0AUrxVE-tgQS2gSvl3u24K13HlqMPD3rScDUMb70d8QvruTS6Q6SwbsqmL3F2c_eYzYO5Q0LxMQsXDIC-aFNVgH6IoESaADZPfgF0Auk12CCFsqj94BCTDrxxr9wDwfCboogaWVDUeYxHmck_bYmtxA/s1067/IMG_2297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX47lLU5t9Qf_pgBLSOX8DLbdmyBWIC2-i3In0AUrxVE-tgQS2gSvl3u24K13HlqMPD3rScDUMb70d8QvruTS6Q6SwbsqmL3F2c_eYzYO5Q0LxMQsXDIC-aFNVgH6IoESaADZPfgF0Auk12CCFsqj94BCTDrxxr9wDwfCboogaWVDUeYxHmck_bYmtxA/w480-h640/IMG_2297.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Here's another wonderful nectarine dessert I make, with pictures from two years ago. I never included it in a blog because my crust looked pitiful. <a href="https://gardenandgun.com/recipe/nectarine-berry-cobbler/">Here is a link to the <i>Garden & Gun </i></a>recipe for Nectarine and Berry Cobbler.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Their picture:<br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHtqlzcdRO6srx-Yh4t2DgwP6dgj3fJaMQdq_PG6d6x9gMlmum3KCzxsemF2cVbG1PhH1NpvB_4OSU7vwrnfbAud2XI2GTvfpoW8bOT148ROiZn1mQXPITNKQjK-Rb5ShmPBOOGn34Qge918jxq3o9MFjYkQFo2DeobneBesv-tEOYy0FRU6LFW0ebHQ/s1200/IMG_0618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHtqlzcdRO6srx-Yh4t2DgwP6dgj3fJaMQdq_PG6d6x9gMlmum3KCzxsemF2cVbG1PhH1NpvB_4OSU7vwrnfbAud2XI2GTvfpoW8bOT148ROiZn1mQXPITNKQjK-Rb5ShmPBOOGn34Qge918jxq3o9MFjYkQFo2DeobneBesv-tEOYy0FRU6LFW0ebHQ/w426-h640/IMG_0618.jpg" width="426" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">My picture:</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha5sCDh2oH4bVmK8DB1NXVOqjcNaYYhhAI3CKQ3QQekKK6lUgfCr8vs23AK8aT2S7Iq7ntQslcv-JRNdiFFBqkwvNw7UuF8bvlNl3go2W8L8WgkC3QUPJczq3IEUE9IDPk0hA4k5et9AleNHxnpWBapi2ji9f3cmpX7Z8BiwdwkcCbb8sD_rR52S4DOQ/s1200/IMG_0626.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha5sCDh2oH4bVmK8DB1NXVOqjcNaYYhhAI3CKQ3QQekKK6lUgfCr8vs23AK8aT2S7Iq7ntQslcv-JRNdiFFBqkwvNw7UuF8bvlNl3go2W8L8WgkC3QUPJczq3IEUE9IDPk0hA4k5et9AleNHxnpWBapi2ji9f3cmpX7Z8BiwdwkcCbb8sD_rR52S4DOQ/w426-h640/IMG_0626.jpg" width="426" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> See what I mean? But it is a yummy recipe.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdHYfEyvhuE3e-f7uojljTbXo5aJH6u6hOlHwo7irtcyavCzdvSqYyvkSXmCfImrVmD9IoC0RQUH-ws-hr896dzxOxWZBOmq-zn4yi4Cm70DT--3TkEBQlDjlBpYnWjMxQDIXD3XpgmIy1iXlQulfCq-xPk7JUYrv7MzZA3dWUJLbdU0QiaS-nfm-eMg/s963/IMG_0631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="963" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdHYfEyvhuE3e-f7uojljTbXo5aJH6u6hOlHwo7irtcyavCzdvSqYyvkSXmCfImrVmD9IoC0RQUH-ws-hr896dzxOxWZBOmq-zn4yi4Cm70DT--3TkEBQlDjlBpYnWjMxQDIXD3XpgmIy1iXlQulfCq-xPk7JUYrv7MzZA3dWUJLbdU0QiaS-nfm-eMg/w532-h640/IMG_0631.jpg" width="532" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> I wrote down the following quotation about nectarines some time ago but failed to note the author. I suspect it was either from one of my Richardson Wright books or James Beard's.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Edward A. Bunyard [1878-1939], an English gourmet of the highest flight and one of the most brilliant essayist on fruit (did you read his <i>"The Anatomy of Dessert"</i>?) confessed that blindfolded he couldn't tell them apart [peaches and nectarines] if peeled. He finally agreed that the peach had it all over the nectarine for the texture of the flesh--a smooth, butter-like flesh--and the nectarine had it all over the peach for flavor.</span></span></span></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;">RH prefers peaches. I prefer nectarines.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">What about you? <br /></span></p><br /><p></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-65615756005678024342022-08-26T11:43:00.005-07:002022-08-26T12:18:59.751-07:00Zinnia Patch<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUJfTCaOdhFiL8UZNHYX3Kwc_Ob4jzMmGQ71aGSA13VdM1Nuf9BBxVw24l8QRV0plVYrrex1E7FOacurwrGIomXu2gNi-wjxAhTWQ7fKWS17NuGzDKWJXs7s1wjfShvppZ174m6AaWwyIO4iEijtSFOF_LGP1B4Uw68D1uOlvueRbj2fRrLTPXv1wiwQ/s1067/IMG_1909.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUJfTCaOdhFiL8UZNHYX3Kwc_Ob4jzMmGQ71aGSA13VdM1Nuf9BBxVw24l8QRV0plVYrrex1E7FOacurwrGIomXu2gNi-wjxAhTWQ7fKWS17NuGzDKWJXs7s1wjfShvppZ174m6AaWwyIO4iEijtSFOF_LGP1B4Uw68D1uOlvueRbj2fRrLTPXv1wiwQ/w480-h640/IMG_1909.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">We haven't picked a single zinnia out of this bed off the front porch even though it is more stuffed with zinnias now than it was when this picture was taken a few weeks ago. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I think about cutting a few for a vase and then when I open the front door every morning and look out at them, I just cannot. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I ordered five packets of zinnias from Baker Creek Heirloom Seeds. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">These were Polar Bear:</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1ULEjO2xhwMiSpQycSGEGll5gVs9ABUZ39geaZktGCNOjFWJUjtdgC_wPRlo87gzjlAxGYRVhKm1vhVvIfuv2Ch8Dx1qvNdx2Jm2tzd8dJGv2iEv8aRTlQIE6PT0RZqXRtsRsaZMRLHgvYR31kFGrTNunWP8y8ygBx119DZ5LrQw-59Ue9Cmd1xqug/s1067/IMG_1873.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1ULEjO2xhwMiSpQycSGEGll5gVs9ABUZ39geaZktGCNOjFWJUjtdgC_wPRlo87gzjlAxGYRVhKm1vhVvIfuv2Ch8Dx1qvNdx2Jm2tzd8dJGv2iEv8aRTlQIE6PT0RZqXRtsRsaZMRLHgvYR31kFGrTNunWP8y8ygBx119DZ5LrQw-59Ue9Cmd1xqug/w480-h640/IMG_1873.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> A sparse few of Candy Cane Mix:</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKIXtamkfpNA2PZpsJ5FzPxLtuvQCee5YLS-krSdoI4s3SFTf6DsMJBEvdEldUOudm7msR5fFr9PtGdC44m-qNrjuirhp6MZlZIFBIElJdm-MlX-cP898LiDdlNa2Zxfc9k1XsEBppsvGrteyMiJOkKONuf3szmlkvPR7o9E4Rr1Ub98pw2uu0h1R-MQ/s1067/IMG_1868.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKIXtamkfpNA2PZpsJ5FzPxLtuvQCee5YLS-krSdoI4s3SFTf6DsMJBEvdEldUOudm7msR5fFr9PtGdC44m-qNrjuirhp6MZlZIFBIElJdm-MlX-cP898LiDdlNa2Zxfc9k1XsEBppsvGrteyMiJOkKONuf3szmlkvPR7o9E4Rr1Ub98pw2uu0h1R-MQ/w480-h640/IMG_1868.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">And tiny orange Peruviana that are darling:</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjzipOke-9Ij8wV95nazGoBGIgnNx6pZbx_XiRwZH2vA1zaP0gxLsvTCF-wYxCV43vhdEVRD9FPPj6h3m5HMDyxsbqPp6xCVmgeaIUcaBXtYditbWPzpz93HwY1aVqJ7w-naW1HvdVyCRo2ue4iQ1klxO_eCOnFqqZ7lTAl9WwSriiQoP6RBUVTVPdJw/s970/IMG_1869.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="970" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjzipOke-9Ij8wV95nazGoBGIgnNx6pZbx_XiRwZH2vA1zaP0gxLsvTCF-wYxCV43vhdEVRD9FPPj6h3m5HMDyxsbqPp6xCVmgeaIUcaBXtYditbWPzpz93HwY1aVqJ7w-naW1HvdVyCRo2ue4iQ1klxO_eCOnFqqZ7lTAl9WwSriiQoP6RBUVTVPdJw/w528-h640/IMG_1869.jpg" width="528" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">The last packet was supposed to be Queen Lime Red but obviously are not the beautiful Queen Lime variety:</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj29XCG_aJdlIGTjLojJMERnrCyz56jXTynsz_1ky0ym8bkUlwFtdj-lQFPni-iAfHTnJeewANNRjcselNCCVp4ZAnevk_oczDzb8ShkqQrEe790SAMNdZqo-kqNpMClibYBQkncltL7cnSiLrvHUM2ptnhceP516ZfsBwM4X6VLEb-rK-gfCM96plODQ/s1067/IMG_1865.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj29XCG_aJdlIGTjLojJMERnrCyz56jXTynsz_1ky0ym8bkUlwFtdj-lQFPni-iAfHTnJeewANNRjcselNCCVp4ZAnevk_oczDzb8ShkqQrEe790SAMNdZqo-kqNpMClibYBQkncltL7cnSiLrvHUM2ptnhceP516ZfsBwM4X6VLEb-rK-gfCM96plODQ/w480-h640/IMG_1865.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">RH also sowed two packets of sunflowers, Red Sun and gorgeous Chocolate Cherry. They sprang up beautifully until they were about six inches high until each morning more and more were gone.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Undoubtedly this mama was the culprit but we choose her over sunflowers any day. RH cuts up an apple a day for her and each year she rewards us by bringing her fawns to see us.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8NKFsP3vJXHqlvEk2hx3n9r9uLv6bnKDfK_iEcny84tAoSulWNvzai1TZYzR9UevXcgdCsgO9egC1pN_EKfgO8Vn_aasiVm8BCJ7BT2u71Kx1-nIK--hqu4V_6fQWAtqBlQEneDlq3f3PsGjynzSeAeCXfwZS1sS2xv1dZEKUb11z8I3JjI5o2OnGXg/s954/IMG_2318.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="954" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8NKFsP3vJXHqlvEk2hx3n9r9uLv6bnKDfK_iEcny84tAoSulWNvzai1TZYzR9UevXcgdCsgO9egC1pN_EKfgO8Vn_aasiVm8BCJ7BT2u71Kx1-nIK--hqu4V_6fQWAtqBlQEneDlq3f3PsGjynzSeAeCXfwZS1sS2xv1dZEKUb11z8I3JjI5o2OnGXg/w536-h640/IMG_2318.jpg" width="536" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I do love zinnias so much and am happy Red doesn't like them for her appetizer. I think this article on tole zinnias was in a 1967 <i>House & Garden </i>magazine I was recently looking at: <span style="color: red;">[House & Garden November 1968]</span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmP_8cT6yORVn6tiDskBCbCOsDeZJKAYfnP0jLJzeoDGjH_g33lqL-Aq1LKeY9sE8NJla8mu1c2X0m6b66MFrMpS3SKdrsW9sF7aYXVL8EHZygniWJC4mNdTblwxgJnqvI9sRLMSlTU2zkm8ztiLzC8jKIQzmtMRpMwtukPNduGgpkmokQvY0X-3YuqQ/s1067/IMG_2092.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmP_8cT6yORVn6tiDskBCbCOsDeZJKAYfnP0jLJzeoDGjH_g33lqL-Aq1LKeY9sE8NJla8mu1c2X0m6b66MFrMpS3SKdrsW9sF7aYXVL8EHZygniWJC4mNdTblwxgJnqvI9sRLMSlTU2zkm8ztiLzC8jKIQzmtMRpMwtukPNduGgpkmokQvY0X-3YuqQ/w480-h640/IMG_2092.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ERX7bPH7lKBxSsmuYMRtjK6baRKngeDtVtiuCSphUh0fmFq7rlTjw9EtTRRmwY1HEdSgT2FzXxGfKgyJPMQDZNVYbJZSbYsobejX578VlqdWo4Mnz5T5fTH1bufGDMVH_zypphzvB9gckO8lJOSNjBwgopy9d06LFViM7cx0LJIkX1kQIzYEVFdVNA/s1067/IMG_2090.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ERX7bPH7lKBxSsmuYMRtjK6baRKngeDtVtiuCSphUh0fmFq7rlTjw9EtTRRmwY1HEdSgT2FzXxGfKgyJPMQDZNVYbJZSbYsobejX578VlqdWo4Mnz5T5fTH1bufGDMVH_zypphzvB9gckO8lJOSNjBwgopy9d06LFViM7cx0LJIkX1kQIzYEVFdVNA/w480-h640/IMG_2090.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Those would be the perfect solution to my not wanting to cut zinnias that would soon fade in a vase!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Then again, why am I wrinkling up my nose at them? Metal zinnias?<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Would you buy them?<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span><br /></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-32105954151793666362022-06-29T17:17:00.003-07:002022-06-29T17:20:16.987-07:00Smoked Salmon Spread and Mystery Italian Plates and both my blogs are fixed! <p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">So many times something is mentioned in a book that ends up on my menu. Does that happen to you? I have always written down inspiring menus from books I'm reading. <br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGupdFGw_rLi4kWhb9qRxV-bZk52AIxRljJkJgQgXgZ17ESfce0goeLSW1Mkt1NgLLzAxLhNzkIHJ4fG8PxGYy_X1Kv1YuswOS6pK-SiE0lEC5PmZwdoGdotqkVFAx9co7qfcdnLuYUffpDmEYx44qwAQwnk_7HnPtrjLegW-4yMcOrj7X5UDpeIFqRg/s853/IMG_1820.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGupdFGw_rLi4kWhb9qRxV-bZk52AIxRljJkJgQgXgZ17ESfce0goeLSW1Mkt1NgLLzAxLhNzkIHJ4fG8PxGYy_X1Kv1YuswOS6pK-SiE0lEC5PmZwdoGdotqkVFAx9co7qfcdnLuYUffpDmEYx44qwAQwnk_7HnPtrjLegW-4yMcOrj7X5UDpeIFqRg/w375-h400/IMG_1820.jpg" width="375" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Salmon has been a favorite for RH to put on his smoker for decades but we had never soaked it in rum first before I read that mentioned in Alexander McCall Smith's <i>The Sunday Philosophy Club. </i></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #990000;">He smokes it himself in one of those old smoking sheds. He soaks it in rum and then puts it over oak chips. It's the rum that gives it that wonderful flavor.</span></span></span></blockquote></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHoWjCs0yCmji8N79CkclbjUp43ZwA_AvkERzP2f4Ac2oDrSPnBbc1wm5HgLID0SdIg739OoaG6DFOwZF6-6tNpm7xmGv9Ok61P23AZBJifeJR2pMZvnwvN7sZWG8xtXJ9QxeneVwdQzecYBuKqQ3Amf8IVIG335tW359TFLSBKHLIHoA0_MYnDzzxbw/s800/IMG_1823.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="647" data-original-width="800" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHoWjCs0yCmji8N79CkclbjUp43ZwA_AvkERzP2f4Ac2oDrSPnBbc1wm5HgLID0SdIg739OoaG6DFOwZF6-6tNpm7xmGv9Ok61P23AZBJifeJR2pMZvnwvN7sZWG8xtXJ9QxeneVwdQzecYBuKqQ3Amf8IVIG335tW359TFLSBKHLIHoA0_MYnDzzxbw/w640-h518/IMG_1823.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> I recently soaked some wild sockeye salmon in dark aged rum for two hours then dried it well, smeared on a little brown sugar, salt and pepper. RH had the smoker going with oak chips and the air in the garden smelled wonderful as the two sides of salmon smoked.<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">We had some of it on a big salad that night and I flaked the remainder, put half in the freezer, and used the other half the next day to make Smoked Salmon Spread from<a href="https://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/smoked-salmon-spread-recipe3-1943150"> this Ina Garten recipe.</a></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I halved Ina's recipe and added a little chopped celery, scallion, and jalapeño, plus a little cayenne and paprika. </span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmg6g45NQUVRHU0u5b5YZi77sYHVBbYRC4t5EIXHpsOGgf6iCWPBE_qevkVu1Ln_XllQnGmRyZzPsADX4Fu60PkuzzsmPSBxhbwufY7Zjuju07m1nzJjcFDDnIc4LyxqiYVWK3NuBRw4EPiOoE-55BCpuccMiAqe8zDFERHVrTlsxN1R68dkRxK3rpA/s1067/IMG_1498.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmg6g45NQUVRHU0u5b5YZi77sYHVBbYRC4t5EIXHpsOGgf6iCWPBE_qevkVu1Ln_XllQnGmRyZzPsADX4Fu60PkuzzsmPSBxhbwufY7Zjuju07m1nzJjcFDDnIc4LyxqiYVWK3NuBRw4EPiOoE-55BCpuccMiAqe8zDFERHVrTlsxN1R68dkRxK3rpA/w480-h640/IMG_1498.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /> I rarely make appetizers anymore for just the two of us so this called for a pretty old green glass container and a linen towel with fish embroidered on it and one of my <i>mystery</i> Italian plates.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYiGiuQaBMiPNCDcUho1aVYdoC-4fH02MYIi1w7l7BrIieQZjx_SQ5nyoiLKkgPgC3nbWqMSAgJuR-lo2MQ_C2bqB3Y09EXhNjGPrVIvOJJbZ5TqUHz6ARHpzYyqGZ3fB4aeTpHslmQmiJAqyqmrFBz2k6fjZlYkZNstBIX28g9t9Nu7YMNo84RoFNg/s1013/IMG_1496.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1013" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYiGiuQaBMiPNCDcUho1aVYdoC-4fH02MYIi1w7l7BrIieQZjx_SQ5nyoiLKkgPgC3nbWqMSAgJuR-lo2MQ_C2bqB3Y09EXhNjGPrVIvOJJbZ5TqUHz6ARHpzYyqGZ3fB4aeTpHslmQmiJAqyqmrFBz2k6fjZlYkZNstBIX28g9t9Nu7YMNo84RoFNg/w506-h640/IMG_1496.jpg" width="506" /></a></div></span></span><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I have a treasured stack of them and they never go in the dishwasher. I haven't been able to identify them online. I've searched for "sea creature plates marked Italy" to no avail. Every time I've posted a picture of these plates on my blogs I've asked for help in identifying these so if anyone knows what kind of a sea creature this could be, please let me know. <br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I can't even remember where I got them but they're perfect for summer days. And ever since I read Frances Parkinson Keyes's New England-set novel <i>Also the Hills </i>many years ago, salmon has always been on the Fourth of July menu for me, along with the barbecued ribs for RH that we both grew up eating on Independence Day. Keyes's novels were full of good menus, whether in her New England-set novels or her Louisiana ones or her ones set in France or South America.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">As were Laurie Colwin's novels. The best books have good food in them! Are there any fiction authors you find yourself jotting down recipe ideas while reading? </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And yes, both my blogs are working again! I have no idea how. For days they weren't despite everything I tried and then all of a sudden <i>presto, </i>there they were and I was no longer "anonymous"! </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Thank you so much, Google, if it was you that fixed it! <br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">My best to everyone reading here,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Dewena<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span><br /></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334613666852273616.post-46483780200714159882022-06-26T15:20:00.032-07:002022-06-27T08:44:15.161-07:00Touble signing in to my blog<p> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Help, please! </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Both my blogs say to sign in but when I click on it I can't. It just says error message. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I've spent hours googling the problem, signing out and signing back in but it doesn't work.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Has anyone reading this had trouble with your Blogger blog? </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I've followed every hint I've found online and nothing helps. I don't even know if this post will actually be published but thought I'd try this and see if it appears.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Thank you so much if you have any suggestions! </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">P.S. I'm not able to post at my other blog at all and I can't comment on my posts at all. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">6/27 update: I am able to publish my comments here at this blog but cannot at Dewena's Window so I have no way of letting readers there know what's going on. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And still, at the top of the page of both blogs it says "sign in" no matter how many times I successfully sign in to my blogger/google account. And when I click on "sign in" or "new post" at Dewena's Window it doesn't take me to the post history, stats, etc. for it but instead takes me to that page here at Across the Way. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I've sent repeated requests to the Help Center about this problem but get no help at all. <br /></span></span></p>Dewenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07330797553600987145noreply@blogger.com12