Friday, November 19, 2010

Sweet Bird

I found this sweet bird at Lola Rue.  Lola Rue is one of my favorite shops.  
Recently while at a conference downtown, a few of us did a little shopping on our lunch hour.  I love this little bird in the baby shoe!  The duggles said "Oh my gosh!"  I put it on a shelf in the fireplace room where I think little bird is quite happy and warm.  If you are local, go in and see Lisa and all of the fun things she has in store.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

A new Royal to love!

She was plucked out of her life, a sweet, innocent nanny.  She lived in a flat with three gal pals.  Then, for five months before the wedding, she had to live in the cold, damp castle with the queen.  Well, not quite, but almost.  Lady Di did have to live with the queen, in her own apartment, reportedly to be protected from the press.
Lady Di as the Nanny in the scandalous skirt.
 This photo rocked everyone's wold because of the sheer skirt and the outline of her legs.
Prim and Precious Princess
 I loved Lady Di.  I read everything I could ever get my hands on and looked at every photograph.  She was so fashionable and stylish.  And the horrible Prince Charles made her miserable by carrying on with the hideously ugly Camilla Parker Bowles.  How I despised that woman.  I still despise her to this day.  How could a man who had such a beautiful young wife want to cavort with the likes of his mistress.  Shudders.
Lady Di weds Prince Charles July 29, 1981
 I can't remember what time the wedding between Lady Di and Prince Charles was on television, but I got up in the wee hours and sat on the end of our bed and watched the wedding live on our little portable television.  My then-husband complained saying how it would be on reruns all day long.  (It was.)  Oh, but I wanted to see it live! 
Lady Di and I were pregnant together.  She was pregnant with William who was born on June 21, 1982 and I was pregnant with my daughter who was born on July 7, 1982.
Then Lady Di died on my son's birthday on August 31, 1997.  My son was ten years old on that night and we had been to Cracker Barrel to celebrate.  He wore a coonskin cap that night, much to the horror of his older sister.  When we walked into the house, my phone was ringing.  It was a friend who knew of my adoration for Lady Di.  "Turn on the television!" she said.  It was so sad.
Charles & Di, William & Katie
 I think it is perfectly fitting and wonderful that William gave Katie his mother's engagement ring.  And I love what he had to say about it- that he wanted her to be a part of it all and to be remembered. 
Harry & Katie
 Isn't Katie adorable?  I'm so excited!  A new Royal to love!  Oh, how I love to love a Royal!
Adorable in feather hat.
What's not to love?

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

at 4:20 a.m.

Many years ago I dated a guy who told me that his mother woke every morning at 4:30 a.m.
I thought that was insane.
It is insane.
And now it is my turn.

Not every single morning, but often, I wake up.
I am wide awake, I reach over and pick up my alarm clock and push the button to light it up.
It always reads the same.
4:20 a.m.

I am usually having a hot flash.
or heartburn.
or both.  (that was the case this morning)

I get up. 
I start the dryer.
I start a load of laundry.
I take medicine for the heartburn.
I get a bottle of cold water.
I look at facebook and see what the world is doing.

At 4:20 a.m.
I am awake. 

Friday, November 12, 2010


I've been reading Julia Child's My Life in France.  Julia was in the kitchen as much as possible, experimenting, making the same recipe in a different way, sometimes over and over.  She would just keeps at it until the finished product satisfies her.  I've never been that tenacious of a cook.  If I make a recipe and it doesn't turn out, I rarely ever make it again
Growing up, my mother wasn't a very good cook.  My dad would joke "when the smoke alarm goes off, you know dinner is ready. "

In the years I was growing up, kids didn't sit in front of the television or a computer screen, after school.  When the weather permitted, we were outdoors, playing.  Every night.  We basically had the run of the neighborhood and knew when we were expected home.  We would spend out evenings playing ball tag or hide and seek or basketball or baseball or riding our bikes.  I can remember each night as I would head for home, often, the stars would just be beginning to peek through.  As I looked up and spied the first star in the summer sky, my wish was often the same:  "Star-light, star-bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight.  Then I would repeat the same words nearly every evening:  I hope we have something good for supper tonight. 

That was another difference- I don't know if it was generational or geographic, but we called our meals breakfast, lunch and supper.  It was never dinner.  I now call the evening meal dinner,  so I tend to believe it was either generational (my parents) or that my relatives hail from Kentucky. 

My mother never taught me to cook.  She taught my brother to cook, but not my sister or me.  My ex and I stumbled about early in our marriage trying to cook.  He knew as much or more about cooking as I did.  He and I married in late '78 and the popular cookbook was the one I've pictured here, the orange copy of the Betty Crocker cookbook.  I love that cookbook to this day.  It has about every recipe you would ever need and the layout is user friendly.  

When Doug and I got together, he had the same cookbook.  Our cookbooks now occupy the same shelf in the kitchen, my cookbooks to the far right, Doug's cookbooks to the far left.  Doug's dad was Amish for the first twenty-some years of his life and all of the men in Doug's family are very comfortable in the kitchen.  Doug cooks a lot more than I do. 

When I was with my ex, it didn't ever seem to me that it mattered what I cooked or how much effort I went to when preparing a meal.  With my chicken and noodles being the one exception, his response was the same - he ate it.  He never got very excited if I made whatever from a can or a box or from scratch.  After awhile I decided it wasn't worth the effort to make much from scratch, so I didn't.  If I make something that requires much effort at all, I want whoever is eating it to rave about it.  Doug is always good about appreciating whatever it is that I make for him.

In the years that it was my son and daughter and me, I had my specialty dishes, but we didn't always sit down at the table for a meal.  They were with their dad half of the time and we were often on the go, to play rehearsal or a soccer game.  Both my son and daughter are good cooks.  To this day when they come home, they have their favorite dishes that they ask for.

I like the concept of cooking more than actually cooking.  I collect recipes, too.  Then ever so often (I just did this, tonight) I go through all of the clipped from newspapers and magazine recipes and throw out all of the ones I don't think I will ever get around to cooking. 

Because of reading my life in France, I've been thinking about cooking.  Also, the holidays are approaching.  I'm thinking about it.  I'm thinking about cooking.
What is your favorite cookbook?

Saturday, November 6, 2010

First fire!

We live for "fire season." 
Every summer we leave the fireplace room (keeping room) to itself.  We use the living room. 
We had water come in and the tile in the fireplace room was overcome with dirt.  Ugh.  This was the worst year ever to clean up the fireplace room before we started to use the room.  It was dire.  Bucket after bucket of nasty water. 

 I cleaned the room last night and we then we sat.  I though about entitling this post "Then we sat."  To my far left:
the duggles.  asleep.
To my left:
the Tree
 On my lap:
the Mi.
 To my right:
Chelsea chewing a bone.
Let the season begin. 
We had a fire last night and again this morning.  I sat, this morning with oatmeal, yogurt and coffee.
I hope and pray I don't gain my weight back.
We come home, light a fire and sit.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

All things pumpkin!

I love all things pumpkin, don't you?  One day last week, a friend of mine shared this recipe on facebook.  I've been reading Julia Child's My Life in France and feeling rather inspired to cook.  So I printed off the recipe, dashed to the grocery and bought the ingredients to make it.  The recipe is from this website, and called "Pumpkin Custard Cake"  by Joann Mathias.  I would call it "Topsy Turvey cake" because you pour the pumpkin on top of the cake, but by the time it is done, the pumpkin is on the bottom of the cake.  Ingredients are as follows:  1 package yellow cake mix, 1 1/3 cups water, 3 eggs.  Then 2 cups pumpkin pie mix, 2 eggs and 1/2 cup boiling water.  Directions are as follow:  Grease bottom only of 13x9 inch pan.  In a large mixing bowl, combine dry cake mix, water and 3 eggs.  Blend and beat as directed on package.  Pour into prepared pan.  Then in a small mixing bowl, beat pumpkin and 2 eggs.  Pour evenly over batter.  Then pour boiling water over all.  Bake at 350 degrees for 40-45 minutes.  I topped with lite cool whip and gave it a dash of Pampered Chef's cinnamon plus.  Quick, easy and delicious! 

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