I'm about to divulge my secret recipe ... the one that has men fighting over the gallon-sized baggie holding these little treasures, and women hinting that they could eat another, and children sneaking their hands up over the counter and grabbing another gooey handful. Yes. It's my licorice caramel recipe. I've had it forever. I started making it about three minutes after I found it. For the life of me, I can't remember where I got it, and I'm sorry for that. I would love to give credit where ... continue reading...
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Seeds
I woke this morning with a basket full of seeds and a head full of plans for where I'd plant them all. Sunflowers on the west side of my kitchen garden. Corn, peas, zucchini, squash and pickling cucumbers to the left of the greenhouse. Shasta Daisies to the right of my brick path, in the spot the cats have claimed for their own. Maybe if a thick cluster of daisies grew there, they'd stop rolling in my dirt. I saw myself pulling back the earth, and plunking those hope-filled seeds ... just as I ... continue reading...
Beautiful Day (Part 2)
I had looked forward to the day after Christmas for a couple of reasons. First, the 26th of December loomed as the first day of a much needed rest. It meant the shedding of several great weights: I'd be finished with a lengthy academic book edit and the writing of that book's study guide (the deadline of which coincided with Christmas Eve). I'd be finished with the transcription of another book. I'd have set my needle and thread aside, because the three sheep costumes I had offered to make would ... continue reading...
No-Bake Mountain Bars … and a Dream
I had a dream last night ... and let me tell you, it was a doozy. In this dream, I was in a foreign land, or so I thought, until I realized it was Brooklyn. Dave was there with me, and someone asked him to do a Catholic funeral at a place that was supposed to be a large church, but which ended up being big and expansive, like a sports stadium, except that it also felt like a small, intimate bowling alley. We'd been assigned the center four “lanes” for this particular funeral, but other funerals ... continue reading...
Italian Quinoa Bites
Happy Friday, everyone! Oh, wow. Just as I typed that, I had a memory from 1987. I was a teacher in a private school, with the most amazing group of 13 gifted children. They ranged in age from 4-7, but their abilities were all over the place. Some of them read at a high school level. Every night I would prepare individual folders for them for each of their subjects. I still remember saying, "Stephanie can do at least 12 pages of math ..." as I stuffed pages in her folder. Anyway, we had a ... continue reading...