There is a wilderness we walk alone, however well-companioned.
Stephen Vincent Benet
Tags: Quoting
Today is my Grandma’s birthday. I am dancing to Motown and baking Biscochitos, some of her favorite cookies, in between great belly laughs at our shared memories and hearty sobs that she is not alive. Since I cannot call her to say Happy Birthday and am glad she was born, I talk to her in my head. I tell her that I miss her and that I love these pictures, that they capture her spirit and make me glad to have known her for so long. I tell her that I am well and the hubster, too. The neighbors put up their holiday lights, and the block looks so pretty. I tell her that it is raining, and November in Pittsburgh was the warmest since the Hoover Administration. I wonder, how old were you then? A teenager, maybe? Oh, and I’m trying something a little different with the cookies. Hopefully they’ll turn out the way I am anticipating. I’ll let you know. I love you, Grandma. Have a great day…
Happy Cyber Monday, peeps! Say hello to my annual Thanksgiving pecan pie, perhaps the most handsome I’ve ever made, and just as tasty, too. That’s me getting ready to push it (in what look like ginormous Doc Martens – I swear I’m a 6.5!) and our other food and beverage contributions down through Brighton Heights in our wacky wagon, so called because one of the wheels requires an occasional swift kick to remain on the straight and narrow. To those observers who may have thought we were treating a swaddled baby unkindly, you’ve been informed. Kristen, our great friend and hostess extraordinaire, mixes her don’t ask don’t tell gravy, which, along with everything else, was delicious and soul-filling. In true Thanksgiving form, I ate too much and lamented the fact that my waistband was not elasticized. Maybe next year…
Friday morning
broccoli and zucchini roasted with smoked paprika and sea salt
spinach salad topped with my favorite egg, caramelized apple, and fennel
The last of the fallen leaves on our front steps.
Under beautiful skies, the wing beats of a murder of crows, and a mere twenty-four hours after Thanksgiving, we feasted, yet again, at The Penn Brewery. The pretzels and cheese were the mere tip of the German-leaning culinary iceberg…mmmm.
Oh, and in true cyber Monday fashion, the kindly folks at Block Island Organics are having a crazy good sale. Get 30% off your entire purchase through tomorrow by entering the code THANKS30.
Heck ya! A real hodge podge today, huh? Have a great week…
Tags: Cooking and Baking
We are each other’s harvest; we are each other’s business; we are each other’s magnitude and bond.
Gwendolyn Brooks
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Happy Thanksgiving!
Tags: Quoting
Popped out for a walk the other day and this greeted me on the front steps. I watched for a long time, the slow, deliberate steps, and gave a shout to the hubster to come see. We scooped it up onto a leaf before the mailman had a chance to blindly squish it, and thanked it for coming.
Tags: Gardening + Nature
