Thursday Baking Day
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Take a look at Wednesday's post over on Not Your Usual Suspects. Those of you who write murder/mystery/thriller material...answer the question at the bottom of the post if you will. - hehehehe - Just don't mention any NAMES if you've killed off the same person more than once.
Yes, I snagged a photo or two of friends to add to that other blog.
And for those who are shaking their heads...I KNOW...two blog posts in a week? Something must be up with the blogger. Well, sort of. I've just made a determined effort to pop in more often. Now if I can just get to the blogs I want to VISIT...
I accidentally deleted my old blog info in the template while screwing around with "let's see how this looks" - who knew that Blogger would permanentely disfigure the place?! Somewhere on my hard drive there's a copy of all the blogs I used to visit so I can find them again.
In the meantime, I do know how to visit my own and will try to do so more often.
Today is baking day. I plan on pumpkin loaf, banana loaf, pumpkin COOKIES (thanks to Anita, a friend in south Texas who sent me her pumpkin recipe book!!!), chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter cookies, and something else. Oh, yeah. Something a bit less sweet. Fried chicken tenders, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans with Herbs Du Province. (Did I spell that right?)
The Boy is in Las Vegas for a business trip, so The Girl and I are on our own. She doesn't have long for lunch, so I'd better get busy cooking.
Have a great day, everyone.
~ Sunny
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The girl ain't right...
While I force myself not to make New Year's resolutions, I invariably gravitate toward them, and not in a good way. I berate myself for not having done this or that the previous year (or decade), I loathe the blank page when dozens of "should have done" or "should do now" messages float through my brain. I curse the first cigarette or a day that passes without my having walked a considerable way toward improving my health.
Not this year. A friend of the family visited - one who loves being a domestic goddess - and every time she wanted to make pancakes or pick up something, I bigod let her. So she doesn't put the toilet seat down. Her pancakes are divine, and I love her company.
Did I smoke? Bite your tongue. Did I walk? Heavens, no...it's too friggin' cold. But did I enjoy myself? Absolutely. I read good books (Thank you, Carol Lynne and Sarah Ban Breathnach), ate well (Thank you, Jen), did some stretches, bought a Pilates CD, shopped till I dropped, and made a To Do list rather than a God-You-Suck-So-You'd-Better-Do-These-NOW list.
What's on my To Do list? Bake gingerbread. Every article online, every word of mouth newsfeed, and every intuitive bone in my body tells me to pick up Home Cooking and More Home Cooking, written by a novelist who happened to write two cookbooks before she passed away. Laurie Colwin. Her gingerbread recipe has made it into several books by other authors, so even if I'm the only one who'll eat it, I'm making it. I'm also thawing chicken to make either her roast chicken recipe or the baked one. Then as soon as I can get to the grocery store for supplies, I'm trying her baked spinich casserole.
I'm also pampering myself. The facial scrubs and potions, foot massages, hot tea or cocoa in bed before I retire, and warm, fuzzy clothing that caresses my skin.
This one isn't new, but I'm enjoying it, nonetheless. I call my father almost every morning. Sometimes he gets an evening call, but usually I start the day with talking with the old guy. He's a hoot, a lot of fun, with a dry wit and some interesting stories. He's one of those people who doesn't say much most of the time, but peeling back the layers of memories he has just thrills me. Now and then he'll offer up a story that fires my imagination and makes me want to write.
On my To Do for today was to blog. I totally suck at this. Rarely do I tell myself "hey, I think I'll spill my guts for cyberspace". Now I'm of a mind that if it gets my fingers busy typing, and if Pop fires my imagination, and if friends keep me supplied with books and coffee, I'm bound to write more in 2011 than I did in 2010.
So thanks for reading, whoever you are. And if anything I say motivates you to write - or even think - then good.
Have a spectacular day...
Sunny Bob
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2 Comments:
Sunny -
I wanted to pass this along to you but couldn't find your email in my address book. It's been awhile, I know. If you still have Merry's contact information, I'm sure she'd love to hear this:
I'm not long back from Florence's funeral. My tear ducts may recover sometime.
Church was packed. Her DDH Graham was greeting people as they arrived, and he
told me as we hugged that the bat quilt was in there, because it mattered to
Florence. She cried when it arrived, and used to snuggle under it.
I sat at the back - because there were very few chairs left - but I could see
the quilt draped over the wooden rail at the front of the church. The service
was full of love for Florence, with multiple mentions of her love for colour,
and fabric, and sewing and quilting. Her DD2, sister, and cousin gave eulogies,
and there were many other beautiful things said about her. Graham had intended
to mention the bat quilt and it's importance to Florence because of the love and
compassion in it's making and giving, but he wasn't composed enough to speak.
They'd been married 21 years, and were a beautiful couple. He is as wonderful a
person as Florence.
After the service, I went up to the front to see the quilt. I'd assumed some of
her other quilts might be there, as I know she made a number, but no, there was
only the bat quilt. I spoke with one of the ministers and explained it's origin,
and she was deeply touched.
Anyways, Old Bats, I thought you'd like to know. If anyone is still in touch
with Merry, could you please forward this on to her? She did such a great job
putting all the pieces of the quilt together.
Hugging you bats because I lubs you, too.
BronBat
Thanks, Julie - yeah...Mer and I talked about it afterward. Sad. But that does make you feel good about that quilt, doesn't it?
Hope all is well with you.
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