I've just gotten back to blogging after an embarrassingly long absence and have spent the past few days updating plugins and deleting this and that. I have to confess I'm just a little big appalled by all the drafts I left unfinished over the years. This is one of them. I'm 3+ years late, but it gives me a chance to save a recipe and share some pictures of people I love. :) Since I wrote this the day before the 5K, I'll share the pics of race day first. Two of my sisters did the walk with me, ... continue reading...
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All-Day French Onion Soup
Does the title scare you? I had to be truthful. It really is "All Day" French Onion Soup. In the spirit of full disclosure, you need to know that this is a recipe best made on those days when your car has been stolen, or you have a flat tire, or a tree has fallen across the driveway. You know. Those "I'm stuck at home all day so I should probably make the best of it" days. Because you're going to need it. But, oh ... the result! Delicious. The original recipe for this (found here) said it would ... continue reading...
Little House in the Snowy Woods
Happy first day of winter! Here's a memory from a few years back. I'm hoping for more of the same this year. * I am living in a snow globe. Every handful of minutes, the wind visits the alders and maples and evergreens surrounding our house and sends a shower of white billowing about. Inside this globe, I sit in front of the woodstove and watch the orange glow on the other side of the tempered glass. The sounds of David Lanz's Christmas CD fills the house. To my left, our 15-foot ... continue reading...
Cowboy Courtin’
I was seven that summer morning between first and second grade when I had my first taste of wooing. Danny was a quiet classmate, someone I'd smiled at once or twice and shared my reading book with on a half-dozen occasions when he couldn't find his own. Sometimes that's all the encouragement it takes. Sometimes, that's enough to make a boy rise early and don all his cowboy gear ... and go a'courtin. “Mornin’, Ma’am,” he’d drawled in his fake John Wayne voice when my mother answered the door. ... continue reading...
Beautiful
Gage follows me into the bathroom and watches while I put the brush back where it belongs. As we turn to leave, he settles his gaze on the drawer where I keep the bandaids -- the boring ones, and the ones I've collected just for him. I can see his thoughts. "Grandma," he begins, "I hurt my nose." "You did? When did that happen?" "Just now." I pull the drawer open to reveal the bounty within. "Would a bandaid help?" He nods. I pull out a small, nose-sized Batman bandaid. "How about this ... continue reading...
Of Mice and Young Men
I saw the boy as Dave and I were driving out the back entrance of the Starbucks parking lot. I'm amazed I noticed him at all because I was totally consumed with my iced grande soy latte. I'd been trying to get up the courage to try a soy latte for two weeks. But every time I stood at the counter and opened my mouth, some other order came out. Yesterday, however, after managing to gush my worries to the barista and hearing her assurance that I could dump it if I wasn't delighted and she'd replace ... continue reading...