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Saturday, November 27, 2010
A Good-Bye and A Hallelujah
This has been an introspective week, or even month. My very dear friend, whose blog link appears here, "lost" her mother this week. (Lost is such a strange term in the situation of passing on or transitioning, isn't it?) Kathy's mother was the same era as my mother; they were less than 3 1/2 years apart, with my mother being born in the fall of 1910, and Kathy's mother in 1914. My mother has been gone for a decade now, and the emotions still catch me off guard. I must say, losing one's mother is something that one never gets over, no matter what the relationship was.
So today during the funeral services, I was feeling especially tender and vulnerable. It was a lovely and poignant memorial, with the family sharing the tributes, providing the music, and making everyone appreciate being there. Kathy had the honor and privilege of caring for her mother in her home for the past several months, and I was touched and inspired by the loving way Kathy surrendered all her own needs to unselfishly and beautifully serve her 96 year old mother. She was an example of service and love, and I was keenly aware that I could not have done what she did. As I listened to all the speakers, I was treated to an understanding of why Kathy has so many talents and interests, as well as outright gifts. She was the third and last daughter, and in that position in the family, she got to witness and learn from all of the others, and she has been a stellar student. I must say, Kathy is one of the most exceptionally interesting, unique, and talented women I know. I could see where she got her love of poetry and writing, of performing, her musical talents, and her amazing way with people. It has been said that life can only be understood by looking backwards, but it must be lived forward, the message in "It's a Wonderful Life." We all need the reminder sometimes of how amazing life is, how much we need each other, how we are all connected, how our lives intertwine and affect everyone around us. I must say, there was such love in evidence at the funeral, and maybe that's the real gift in them. I have had three funerals this month, all close friends and relatives, and I guess I'm pondering my own mortality. Since we never know from one moment to the next, we need to pay attention to the present and make it count.
Well, after being nostalgic and wistful, I came home to a forwarded email from a mutual friend of mine and Kathy's. Dear Mary Ann sent this, and as I watched it, I came totally unglued and melted on the spot. You may not know that I sang in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, as did Kathy's mother, that singing is a passion for us; Kathy and I first met in the U of U a cappella choir. Kathy went on to become a local opera star. I went the folk singing route with my husband, and then remained in the local choirs.
In this holiday season, there is only one piece of music that speaks straight to my heart. The Hallelujah Chorus, celebrating the birth of Christ, might also be thought to herald the birth of a human into the next abode; the leaving here is a birth elsewhere, with much rejoicing and embracing. Who knows? I'd like to think it.
What a gift. Thank you, Mary Ann and Kathy, and all of you, for the reminders of love, friendship and connectedness we all share.
Enjoy each moment. And tell a family member and a friend how much they mean to you.
(I hope I tell my own loved ones enough times that they KNOW it to be true.) xoxo
The Holidays are upon us. Let's use them wisely.
So today during the funeral services, I was feeling especially tender and vulnerable. It was a lovely and poignant memorial, with the family sharing the tributes, providing the music, and making everyone appreciate being there. Kathy had the honor and privilege of caring for her mother in her home for the past several months, and I was touched and inspired by the loving way Kathy surrendered all her own needs to unselfishly and beautifully serve her 96 year old mother. She was an example of service and love, and I was keenly aware that I could not have done what she did. As I listened to all the speakers, I was treated to an understanding of why Kathy has so many talents and interests, as well as outright gifts. She was the third and last daughter, and in that position in the family, she got to witness and learn from all of the others, and she has been a stellar student. I must say, Kathy is one of the most exceptionally interesting, unique, and talented women I know. I could see where she got her love of poetry and writing, of performing, her musical talents, and her amazing way with people. It has been said that life can only be understood by looking backwards, but it must be lived forward, the message in "It's a Wonderful Life." We all need the reminder sometimes of how amazing life is, how much we need each other, how we are all connected, how our lives intertwine and affect everyone around us. I must say, there was such love in evidence at the funeral, and maybe that's the real gift in them. I have had three funerals this month, all close friends and relatives, and I guess I'm pondering my own mortality. Since we never know from one moment to the next, we need to pay attention to the present and make it count.
Well, after being nostalgic and wistful, I came home to a forwarded email from a mutual friend of mine and Kathy's. Dear Mary Ann sent this, and as I watched it, I came totally unglued and melted on the spot. You may not know that I sang in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, as did Kathy's mother, that singing is a passion for us; Kathy and I first met in the U of U a cappella choir. Kathy went on to become a local opera star. I went the folk singing route with my husband, and then remained in the local choirs.
In this holiday season, there is only one piece of music that speaks straight to my heart. The Hallelujah Chorus, celebrating the birth of Christ, might also be thought to herald the birth of a human into the next abode; the leaving here is a birth elsewhere, with much rejoicing and embracing. Who knows? I'd like to think it.
What a gift. Thank you, Mary Ann and Kathy, and all of you, for the reminders of love, friendship and connectedness we all share.
Enjoy each moment. And tell a family member and a friend how much they mean to you.
(I hope I tell my own loved ones enough times that they KNOW it to be true.) xoxo
The Holidays are upon us. Let's use them wisely.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
The FAMOUS Grandma English Thanksgiving Jello Salad
John's mother, Mary Jim, was not known for her cooking. Rather, she was famous for always serving Kentucky Fried Chicken dinners every gathering, except for Thanksgiving. When it was her turn to cook, she was THE BEST. Her turkeys were the moistest (is that a real word?), her stuffing was "over the moon", to use Allison's words, and everyone loved the Cranberry Jello Salad. She had to make two of them, beautifully molded and set, because we all took seconds and thirds, and it was better than dessert. I'll bet Kathy's family has a written recipe, but somehow I never wrote it down, probably because I thought Grandma English would always be around to make it. So, this year I googled recipes, and found a pretty good facsimile. If anyone in the English Family has the "real" recipe, please let me know.
Here are the (approximate) ingredients. They change, depending on what's in the cupboard or refrigerator.
Raspberry Jello, large box
can crushed pineapple, small, undrained
can of cranberry sauce, either whole berry or jellied.
1/2 - 1 cup each of chopped cranberries and walnuts, with optional apples and/or celery.
Use only two cups boiling water. The rest of the liquid comes from the pineapple and cranberry sauce.
Dissolve the jello, add the cranberry sauce until mixed, stir in the rest of the ingredients. Set.
If you like topping, once the jello is set up, you can add the following:
Whip together 1 c. sour cream, 1 pkg, cream cheese, 1 c. sugar.
Dissolve small box of lemon jello with 1 c. boiling water.
Whip the cream mix with the jello mix.
Spread on top of the cranberry jello salad.
Or, whip cream, add sugar and vanilla. Or any combination of the above.
Set up.
Devour.
Be grateful for family traditions while they last.
Happy Thanksgiving, with gratitude, to my family.
Here are the (approximate) ingredients. They change, depending on what's in the cupboard or refrigerator.
Raspberry Jello, large box
can crushed pineapple, small, undrained
can of cranberry sauce, either whole berry or jellied.
1/2 - 1 cup each of chopped cranberries and walnuts, with optional apples and/or celery.
Use only two cups boiling water. The rest of the liquid comes from the pineapple and cranberry sauce.
Dissolve the jello, add the cranberry sauce until mixed, stir in the rest of the ingredients. Set.
If you like topping, once the jello is set up, you can add the following:
Whip together 1 c. sour cream, 1 pkg, cream cheese, 1 c. sugar.
Dissolve small box of lemon jello with 1 c. boiling water.
Whip the cream mix with the jello mix.
Spread on top of the cranberry jello salad.
Or, whip cream, add sugar and vanilla. Or any combination of the above.
Set up.
Devour.
Be grateful for family traditions while they last.
Happy Thanksgiving, with gratitude, to my family.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Poetry, a Passion
I have a new Kindle, which I won as the grand prize at a raffle. It's a mixed blessing, because in truth, I LOVE the printed page, I LOVE to hold a book, I love paper and ink. In trying to figure out how to put it to good use, I realized it would make a fabulous reference tool, so I've been downloading poetry books. One fabulous find was a book called Saved By a Poem, the transformative power of words, by Kim Rosen. It's a powerful book, highly recommended, and makes the case for memorizing poetry and sharing it.
I probably did not know it until the past few years, but I have always been passionate about poetry. It feeds my soul, untangles my mind, reminds me of what is important, and describes things in words that I could never identify in my heart. Because I was always an elementary school teacher, I spent most of my poetry years in nursery rhymes, fairy tales, folk tales, and fiction. But along the way, I collected children's poetry books, (Shel Silverstein, Jack Prelutsky, Arnold Lobel, Jean Little). Hidden in the volumes were gems of the classics, which eventually led me to the "grown-up" poets. My favorites are Mary Oliver, Billy Collins, Naomi Shihab Nye, Antonio Machado, and oh, so many more. But one poet spans the ages and the decades: Judith Viorst, author extraordinaire of both children's and adult poetry, and her newest book of the decade is Unexpectedly Eighty, following her other classics, I'm Too Young to be Seventy, Suddenly Sixty, Forever Fifty, How Did I Get to Be Forty, It's Hard to be Hip Over Thirty, When Did I Stop Being Twenty, and ...ta da...If I Were in Charge of the World and Other Worries. She has led the way for me through her poetry, and made growing older a bit easier to face. She perfectly captures life in all it's shades, twists, turns, ups and downs, and in the lastest, she has put down what I feel about being a grandmother. (Except I'm not quite as clear and mature, which is all right, since I'm only in my sixties, meaning I'll still push vegetables and have them pick up a few toys). It's classic:
Among My Grandchildren
While I may point out, from time to time, that cheating at Pick-Up-Sticks
Deprives them of that inner satisfaction they can only achieve by playing fair and square,
And while, from time to time, I may deliver a little lecture
On not hurting people's feelings and changing their underpants,
And while I would never hesitate to prohibit the waterboarding of younger brothers,
Or discourage discussion of farting during meals,
I've decided that, for the most part, it is not my responsibility
To improve my grandchildren's character
Or their hygiene.
Nor am I going to urge them to eat their vegetables.
Or tell them they need to look people straight in the eye,
Or remind them to pick up their toys and use a tissue not their sleeve and stop interrupting.
And though I hope they'll be taught
To be modest, responsible, generous, patient, and help set the table,
That isn't my job.
For I have chosen to be a three-desserts grandmother,
A yes-you-can-watch-another-video grandmother,
A why-don't-we-just-forget-your-bath-tonight grandmother,
A clap-and-cheer-and-shower-praise-on-them grandmother,
A grandmother who seditiously whispers in her grandchild's ear,
Don't tell your mom I let you do this--she'll kill me.
A grandmother who insists that it is the duty of the older generations
To improve and instruct the younger generations,
Except--except when I'm among my grandchildren.
*^*^*^*^*^**^*^*^*^**^*^*^*^*^*^*^^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
And just for fun, I'm adding one more, because it makes me laugh.
E-Mail Is A Wonderful Way to Stay In Touch With the Children
They used to never write and never phone.
These days they also never e-mail back.
No matter how adorable my tone,
Each you've-got-mail is viewed as an attack.
My queries: "Do you hydrate?"
And reminders: "Careless brushing leads to plaque."
Though all well meant, are viewed as an attack.
In order to provide them with a batch
Of articles I feel compelled to share,
I often, when I e-mail, click "attach."
But do they ever download? Not a prayer.
E. coli--where it's hiding.
Mortgage frauds--the latest victims.
And the theft of your identity--beware!
These must be read, but are they? Not a prayer.
My need to guide my children is intense,
But frankly they don't seem to give a d---.
Indeed, they've mobilized a strong defense--
They're sending all my e-mails straight to spam.
I'm trying to alert them
To the risks of daily living,
And to every epidemic, threat, and scam.
But I think they've turned their mother into spam.
xoxoxo
I probably did not know it until the past few years, but I have always been passionate about poetry. It feeds my soul, untangles my mind, reminds me of what is important, and describes things in words that I could never identify in my heart. Because I was always an elementary school teacher, I spent most of my poetry years in nursery rhymes, fairy tales, folk tales, and fiction. But along the way, I collected children's poetry books, (Shel Silverstein, Jack Prelutsky, Arnold Lobel, Jean Little). Hidden in the volumes were gems of the classics, which eventually led me to the "grown-up" poets. My favorites are Mary Oliver, Billy Collins, Naomi Shihab Nye, Antonio Machado, and oh, so many more. But one poet spans the ages and the decades: Judith Viorst, author extraordinaire of both children's and adult poetry, and her newest book of the decade is Unexpectedly Eighty, following her other classics, I'm Too Young to be Seventy, Suddenly Sixty, Forever Fifty, How Did I Get to Be Forty, It's Hard to be Hip Over Thirty, When Did I Stop Being Twenty, and ...ta da...If I Were in Charge of the World and Other Worries. She has led the way for me through her poetry, and made growing older a bit easier to face. She perfectly captures life in all it's shades, twists, turns, ups and downs, and in the lastest, she has put down what I feel about being a grandmother. (Except I'm not quite as clear and mature, which is all right, since I'm only in my sixties, meaning I'll still push vegetables and have them pick up a few toys). It's classic:
Among My Grandchildren
While I may point out, from time to time, that cheating at Pick-Up-Sticks
Deprives them of that inner satisfaction they can only achieve by playing fair and square,
And while, from time to time, I may deliver a little lecture
On not hurting people's feelings and changing their underpants,
And while I would never hesitate to prohibit the waterboarding of younger brothers,
Or discourage discussion of farting during meals,
I've decided that, for the most part, it is not my responsibility
To improve my grandchildren's character
Or their hygiene.
Nor am I going to urge them to eat their vegetables.
Or tell them they need to look people straight in the eye,
Or remind them to pick up their toys and use a tissue not their sleeve and stop interrupting.
And though I hope they'll be taught
To be modest, responsible, generous, patient, and help set the table,
That isn't my job.
For I have chosen to be a three-desserts grandmother,
A yes-you-can-watch-another-video grandmother,
A why-don't-we-just-forget-your-bath-tonight grandmother,
A clap-and-cheer-and-shower-praise-on-them grandmother,
A grandmother who seditiously whispers in her grandchild's ear,
Don't tell your mom I let you do this--she'll kill me.
A grandmother who insists that it is the duty of the older generations
To improve and instruct the younger generations,
Except--except when I'm among my grandchildren.
*^*^*^*^*^**^*^*^*^**^*^*^*^*^*^*^^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
And just for fun, I'm adding one more, because it makes me laugh.
E-Mail Is A Wonderful Way to Stay In Touch With the Children
They used to never write and never phone.
These days they also never e-mail back.
No matter how adorable my tone,
Each you've-got-mail is viewed as an attack.
My queries: "Do you hydrate?"
And reminders: "Careless brushing leads to plaque."
Though all well meant, are viewed as an attack.
In order to provide them with a batch
Of articles I feel compelled to share,
I often, when I e-mail, click "attach."
But do they ever download? Not a prayer.
E. coli--where it's hiding.
Mortgage frauds--the latest victims.
And the theft of your identity--beware!
These must be read, but are they? Not a prayer.
My need to guide my children is intense,
But frankly they don't seem to give a d---.
Indeed, they've mobilized a strong defense--
They're sending all my e-mails straight to spam.
I'm trying to alert them
To the risks of daily living,
And to every epidemic, threat, and scam.
But I think they've turned their mother into spam.
xoxoxo
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Traveler's Return
The journeyers returned in the nick of time. Less than five minutes after packing up the car, the heavens opened up, rain and hail fell, the temperature plummeted and the wind blew like crazy. The weather for the trip was spectacular, as you can see from the photos of the happy camper....Champ, whose name was appropriate.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
John's Solo Adventures
As you may know, John is a nature addict. Anything near water, mountains, meadows, or gardens qualifies as a "fix". After the pacemaker implant two years ago, I've been reluctant to let him venture out on his own, especially since each year, his heart rhythm goes into atrial fib without him knowing it, and he can go for months until the semi-annual check-up shows he's been out of whack for months. This week he had planned to go on Tuesday to the Uintah's, until he found out on Monday he needed another cardioversion, scheduled for Wednesday. Well, after dutifully following the doctor's orders to stay quiet for 24 hours, we got up yesterday, drove to Grand View Trail head, past Defa's Dude Ranch,
where he and his little buddy companion, Champ, took off for a 3 day solo backpack and fishing expedition through Grandaddy, Fish Hatchery, and Margo Lakes. (Is it really a solo if the dog goes along?)
I'll be picking him up at Mirror Lake, hopefully in fine form, filled with fish and fun. This will take care of his addiction for two weeks, until Lake Powell, then two weeks later to Zion's for Canyoneering.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Annual photos of the Garden
John is re-roofing the old shed, and when I was standing on it, I had to take a picture of the garden. It looked so artistic as well as delicious. This is one of our better gardening years, except that it was several weeks late due to the cold and rainy spring.
The lower left center above shows the new zucchini variety we're trying....it's huge with gigantic elephant-ear sized leaves, but the zucchini is not; it's crispy and serrated. The corn was planted after the spinach was gone, so it's grown really fast in the heat. And the beans are plentiful.
And I have to put a few of my flower pictures in, too. The daylilies are gorgeous.
And I have to put a few of my flower pictures in, too. The daylilies are gorgeous.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Thank you to Sarah and Emily
Sometimes it's difficult having family living so far away. I feel I miss so much. Sarah has been great at keeping us up to date with her cell phone camera, but I like to see their little faces every day. Thank you, Sarah, for arranging this cute photo montage for me to hang on the wall. And thanks to Emily for putting it all together and hand delivering it. We love it.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Been Too Long
We received a new T-shirt for John. Thanks, Jonathon. It's so much fun and the slogan on the tag was a hit at a dinner party we went to. It made our day.
The funniest line is "The older I get, the better I was." Ain't it the truth?
Here is the real live model of the shirt.
And the (now World Famous) Westminster Community Chorale had our Spring Concert. Here are our pre-concert photos.
Dad is so happy because he memorized all the songs.
Yes, that is John in a tie and sport coat. (Borrowed from Josh, thank you.)
We had to wear black and white and blue. Our director/conductor teaches at BYU.
I am so happy because I never have to sing any of the songs again.
Except that after two weeks, they're still rattling around in the ole noggin. I've been trying to clear my brain by singing "It's a Small World afterall". That oughta do it.
OLD GUYS RULE !
Love to all
Here is the real live model of the shirt.
We had to wear black and white and blue. Our director/conductor teaches at BYU.
I am so happy because I never have to sing any of the songs again.
Except that after two weeks, they're still rattling around in the ole noggin. I've been trying to clear my brain by singing "It's a Small World afterall". That oughta do it.
OLD GUYS RULE !
Love to all
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Celebrating Poetry
April is poetry month, and I'm reading through my collection again. Here is a beautiful sentiment, by W. B. Yeats, which is love and tender romance.
W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"
from The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"
from The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Remembering the Olden Days
Today is my birthday. Usually I wouldn't announce it, but someone sent me a timely reminder of what life was like when I was growing up. It's an email that's been around a few times, and I'm sure everyone has seen it, but for someone like me who is the first round Baby Boomer generation after WW II, it was nostalgic to read again. And it's so true. Yes, times have changed, people have changed, the nature of the world has changed and that is reality in action. Everything changes. Except one thing: I love my family and friends, and am grateful to be alive. Happy Birthday to me. Another year older. I don't want to go back and live it all over again.
We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar. And, we weren't overweight.. WHY?
No matter what our kids and the new generation think about us,
WE ARE AWESOME !!!!
OUR LIFE IS LIVING PROOF !!!!
To Those of Us Born
1930 - 1979
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE
1930's, 40's, 50's,
60's and 70's!!
First, we survived being born to mothers who
took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing,
took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing,
tuna from a can
And didn't get tested for diabetes
while they were pregnant.
Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our
Tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
(Marie's note: Maybe this explains something.)
(Marie's note: Maybe this explains something.)
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets and
when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps
Not helmets on our heads.
As infants and children, we would ride in cars
with no car seats,
no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes.
Riding in the back of a pick- up truck
on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose
and not from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar. And, we weren't overweight.. WHY?
Because we were always outside playing......
that's why!
We would leave home in the morning
and play all day,
As long as we were back
when the streetlights came on...
when the streetlights came on...
No one was able to reach us all day.
And, we were OKAY.
We would spend hours building our go-carts
out of scraps
And then ride them down the hill,
only to find out we forgot the brakes.
After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Play stations, Nintendo's and X-boxes. There were no video games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's,
No surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms, no facebook or twitter.
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We would get spankings with wooden spoons, switches, ping pong paddles, or just a bare hand and no one would call child services to report abuse.
We would get spankings with wooden spoons, switches, ping pong paddles, or just a bare hand and no one would call child services to report abuse.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt,
and the worms did not live in us forever.
and the worms did not live in us forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games
With sticks and tennis balls and,
although we were told it would happen,
we did not put out very many eyes..
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house
and knocked on the door or rang the bell,
or just walked in and talked to them. Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team.
Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine That.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
These generations have produced some of the best risk takers, problem solvers and inventors ever.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all..
If YOU are one of them, CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to
Grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated
So much of our lives for our own good.
While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know
How brave and lucky their parents were.
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it ?
Friday, December 4, 2009
HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SARAH DEAR!
Here's to a very happy, merry birthday to Sarah, the best mother east of Rock Springs, Wyoming. She's the most wonderful wife to Jonathon, and daughter-in-law to us, that anyone could dream up. We can't possibly think of enough superlative words to describe her, and even if we could use up all those words, you wouldn't understand how we really feel about her. I thank my lucky stars and every other Source of Good in the universe for Sarah showing up in our lives. We are richly blessed by our association with her, and we thank Jonathon for having the good sense to snap her up when she came along. We love you Sarah! And may you have many, many more happy birthdays.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Family Traditions
We were eating Sunday dinner early today, and I had a moment of nostalgia from the days when church times were split, and we had Sunday School in the morning and Sacrament meeting at night. Since the family was all home in the afternoons, that is when we had our big meal; usually roast, potatoes, and something else I wouldn't eat (I was the picky eater of the world until my children and grandchildren were born...must be genetic).
Well, here is the tradition that brought the attack of nostalgia to me: Sunday evening, after church, we always had grilled cheese sandwiches, tomato soup, and then! TA DA popcorn to eat while watching the Sunday night movie, brought to you by Kennecott Copper. (Big Dramatic Music).
Now you know what my comfort food is. And it only takes a gentle nudge to bring on the nostalgia if I think of grilled cheese. It takes so little to make one happy, doesn't it?
Love to all.
Well, here is the tradition that brought the attack of nostalgia to me: Sunday evening, after church, we always had grilled cheese sandwiches, tomato soup, and then! TA DA popcorn to eat while watching the Sunday night movie, brought to you by Kennecott Copper. (Big Dramatic Music).
Now you know what my comfort food is. And it only takes a gentle nudge to bring on the nostalgia if I think of grilled cheese. It takes so little to make one happy, doesn't it?
Love to all.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
A Fall Trip to Boulder
We squeaked in a last fall journey to Escalante last week, just before the winter weather arrived.
Here is a preview on the road from Torrey to Boulder, which has so many micro-climates, we didn't know what kind of weather awaited around the bend. On one side of the summit it was snowing, and a half mile the other side, it was dry and sunny.
We stayed at Boulder Mountain Lodge, a lovely resort on the Burr Trail, and here is the morning sunrise outside our window.
This is the building our room was in, and you see the dog run to the lower left. Yes, we took the dog, because they had "dog-friendly rooms", and at only $15.00 per day extra, it was still cheaper than putting Champ in doggy-daycare.
Our favorite hike was along (and through) the Escalante River, where we viewed a Natural Bridge, an arch and Anasazi ruins, complete with petroglyphs. We were prepared with our neoprene socks and mesh hiking shoes to keep our feet, well, un-sandy from the river bottom.
Here is a view from the petroglyph site, looking down on the Escalante River. The cottonwoods were spectacular, neon-gold, backlit, breathtaking.
We took the slow way home, through Kodachrome Basin, and hiked the Panorama Loop trail.
Here is the view from our lunchtime stop at the wonderful little campground.
We're sure this is the prototype for the gnome in the French movie, Amelie. (no, not John.)
The funniest part was when we got home very late, put the dog to bed, and the next morning, he went outside, ran back in the house, climbed the stairs and put himself back in his cage and wouldn't come out for several hours. I guess he'd had enough of hiking in the cactus. Eight mile hikes each day pretty much did me in, too, and I was envious that the dog could go back to bed.
love to all. xo
Here is a preview on the road from Torrey to Boulder, which has so many micro-climates, we didn't know what kind of weather awaited around the bend. On one side of the summit it was snowing, and a half mile the other side, it was dry and sunny.
We stayed at Boulder Mountain Lodge, a lovely resort on the Burr Trail, and here is the morning sunrise outside our window.
This is the building our room was in, and you see the dog run to the lower left. Yes, we took the dog, because they had "dog-friendly rooms", and at only $15.00 per day extra, it was still cheaper than putting Champ in doggy-daycare.
Our favorite hike was along (and through) the Escalante River, where we viewed a Natural Bridge, an arch and Anasazi ruins, complete with petroglyphs. We were prepared with our neoprene socks and mesh hiking shoes to keep our feet, well, un-sandy from the river bottom.
Here is a view from the petroglyph site, looking down on the Escalante River. The cottonwoods were spectacular, neon-gold, backlit, breathtaking.
We took the slow way home, through Kodachrome Basin, and hiked the Panorama Loop trail.Here is the view from our lunchtime stop at the wonderful little campground.
We're sure this is the prototype for the gnome in the French movie, Amelie. (no, not John.)
The funniest part was when we got home very late, put the dog to bed, and the next morning, he went outside, ran back in the house, climbed the stairs and put himself back in his cage and wouldn't come out for several hours. I guess he'd had enough of hiking in the cactus. Eight mile hikes each day pretty much did me in, too, and I was envious that the dog could go back to bed.love to all. xo
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Edited post Chocolate Fudge Zucchini Cake (zucchini optional)
After eating all of Jonathon's birthday cake without sharing, I have the guilts, so I thought I'd post the recipe (from scratch, of course). Even without frosting, it resembles German Chocolate Cake, because of the coconut. Don't be tempted to leave out the nuts, unless an allergy is involved. Let me know if you make it, and how you like it.
Cake: Preheat oven to 350, grease and flour a 12-cup Bundt pan
1 c. butter, melt on low with 1/2 c. unsweetened cocoa powder.
Beat 2 large (or 3 small) eggs with 2 c. sugar, 1 c. buttermilk, 2 TB. vanilla extract.
Add 2c. flour, 1 tsp. baking soda, 1 tsp. baking powder, 1/4 tsp. salt +/-, and 1 c. shredded coconut.
Add the butter/cocoa mix, 1 to 1 1/2 c. shredded zucchini, and 1 c. nuts, chopped.
Blend well. (My batter was quite thick. You could add 1/4 c. water if your zucchini is dry.)
Pour into bundt pan and bake for 40-45 min. Let cool and remove from pan.
Note: Since the batter was quite dense, it took a bit longer to cook at my high altitude. Also, it raised to the top of the Bundt pan, so make sure you grease and flour all the way to the top. Be sure to let it cool a bit before taking from pan. I didn't, and some of it broke away and stuck to the top of the pan. John loved eating that part before dinner.
Since we don't do frosting here, we ate it without. For those who want frosting, here is the recipe:
Melt 1/2 c. butter in saucepan, low. Whisk in 1/4 c. whole milk, 1/2 c. specialty dark cocoa powder, and 2 c. confectioner's sugar. Whisk until glossy. Add 1 TBSP. vanilla extract, pinch salt, and 1 c. shredded coconut. Pour glaze over cake after it's removed from bundt pan. Could serve with ice cream or real whipping cream. Enjoy!!
(p.s.) For those of you who don't know, Jonathon is in Tennessee, and I'm not, which is why I didn't share.)
I've just had a note from my friend, Mary, who sent a hilarious note about her experience. She took it out of the oven, waited 15 minutes, tried to remove it from the pan, and it fell apart all over her and the kitchen. It wasn't done. So she loaded it all back into the pan, put it in the oven, and finished it. They ate it with ice cream on top, and her guests never knew the difference. Suggestion: Let's try this in a rectangular baking dish....just to be safe....or cook it longer in the bundt pan...well greased. xoxox
Cake: Preheat oven to 350, grease and flour a 12-cup Bundt pan
1 c. butter, melt on low with 1/2 c. unsweetened cocoa powder.
Beat 2 large (or 3 small) eggs with 2 c. sugar, 1 c. buttermilk, 2 TB. vanilla extract.
Add 2c. flour, 1 tsp. baking soda, 1 tsp. baking powder, 1/4 tsp. salt +/-, and 1 c. shredded coconut.
Add the butter/cocoa mix, 1 to 1 1/2 c. shredded zucchini, and 1 c. nuts, chopped.
Blend well. (My batter was quite thick. You could add 1/4 c. water if your zucchini is dry.)
Pour into bundt pan and bake for 40-45 min. Let cool and remove from pan.
Note: Since the batter was quite dense, it took a bit longer to cook at my high altitude. Also, it raised to the top of the Bundt pan, so make sure you grease and flour all the way to the top. Be sure to let it cool a bit before taking from pan. I didn't, and some of it broke away and stuck to the top of the pan. John loved eating that part before dinner.
Since we don't do frosting here, we ate it without. For those who want frosting, here is the recipe:
Melt 1/2 c. butter in saucepan, low. Whisk in 1/4 c. whole milk, 1/2 c. specialty dark cocoa powder, and 2 c. confectioner's sugar. Whisk until glossy. Add 1 TBSP. vanilla extract, pinch salt, and 1 c. shredded coconut. Pour glaze over cake after it's removed from bundt pan. Could serve with ice cream or real whipping cream. Enjoy!!
(p.s.) For those of you who don't know, Jonathon is in Tennessee, and I'm not, which is why I didn't share.)
I've just had a note from my friend, Mary, who sent a hilarious note about her experience. She took it out of the oven, waited 15 minutes, tried to remove it from the pan, and it fell apart all over her and the kitchen. It wasn't done. So she loaded it all back into the pan, put it in the oven, and finished it. They ate it with ice cream on top, and her guests never knew the difference. Suggestion: Let's try this in a rectangular baking dish....just to be safe....or cook it longer in the bundt pan...well greased. xoxox
Monday, August 17, 2009
Out of hibernation for a day
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JONATHON, my first-born son, my favorite son.
I hope your day brings you sunshine, fresh air, health, happiness, success, prosperity, wishes, hopes, dreams, and many, many hugs and kisses from your wonderful family. I made you a chocolate zucchini cake and it was delicious. Thanks for sharing it with us.
....."And many more....."
Friday, June 26, 2009
On Hiatus, Sabbatical, or Summer Vacation
Wishing you all a nice break from this blog. If you are a regular subscriber, you might want to delete this from your feed, since it will be pretty boring with nothing new showing up. Why, you might ask? No reason, except for lack of motivation and inspiration.
Love to all.
M.
Love to all.
M.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Book Crafts
Famous Artist's Book Crafter, Daniel Kelm, came to town for a book intensive last week: Two wire-edged bindings and when to use them. We spent 4 solid days crafting this project which morphs into several shapes. The binding in the center is a piano hinge technique, and the rectangles are sewn together with a figure eight pattern, tied with square knots, and super glued and trimmed. You really should check out Daniel's museum exhibition at Smith College.
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