A surprise telephone call summoned the family to my daughter's home for Lasagna.
Homemade lasagna with sausage, tomato sauce, grated parmesano, mozzarella and a side of garlic bread. To accompany the meal we had salad and broccoli.
Then the fun began. Sharing recent doctor appointments between delicious bites we do as we always..we interrupt each other, raise our hand for our turn to share and generally defer to the loudest family member.
After dinner and before dessert we passed the baby around. He was good enough to eat but we just kissed him and held him and gave into the fact that his legs were getting really strong.
I don't if I imagined this but I thought the assault of lasagna breath may have had sometime to do with him crossing his eyes and holding his fists up to his nose but I am sure that when he starts to talk he will interrupt us and tell us his tales of woe and happiness. Until then, we will just enjoy the family moments together.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
MMmmm..I love the smell of Pot Roast in the morning.
Perusing the meat counter this week I spied a rolled beef roast..two to three pounds tops.
A few days later I put the meat topped with a coarse garlic rub, a tin of golden mushroom soup and a little water into my crock-pot.
I set in on high and a few hours later I had a juicy cooked piece of meat.
While it was cooking the air was filled with the juicy aroma of meat cooking.
It felt like a Sunday meal being cooked with the promise of everyone sitting at the table oohing and aahing over the tasty meal.
I served the roast with mashed potatoes, gravy and carrots.
It was delicious. Not only that..I had leftovers.
Somehow, this meal made be feel relaxed.
I usually run into the kitchen in the late afternoon and make chicken, chili or chops. But nothing feels like the thrill of a meat and potatoes meal.
A few days later I put the meat topped with a coarse garlic rub, a tin of golden mushroom soup and a little water into my crock-pot.
I set in on high and a few hours later I had a juicy cooked piece of meat.
While it was cooking the air was filled with the juicy aroma of meat cooking.
It felt like a Sunday meal being cooked with the promise of everyone sitting at the table oohing and aahing over the tasty meal.
I served the roast with mashed potatoes, gravy and carrots.
It was delicious. Not only that..I had leftovers.
Somehow, this meal made be feel relaxed.
I usually run into the kitchen in the late afternoon and make chicken, chili or chops. But nothing feels like the thrill of a meat and potatoes meal.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
One! singular sensation
Every little stitch that I make..
I am loving the Lorna's Laces Superwash Merino will.feels really nice to work with.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Grandma Moses.. or Mother Teresa?
As Autumn approaches I usually buy a spiral notebook to begin my "school year."
Organizing my all things to me room I came across old notebooks with the similar yearly goals such as lose weight, write that novel and get busy with those crafts.
This year I asked myself what would Mother Teresa have done?
Her goals had been set early on and soon became second nature to her.
Now Grandma Moses!! There is a name that keeps popping up around my house.
Years ago as I was in an angst mood I blurted out that I had this creative urge to wow the world with my flamboyant endeavours. A friend reminded me of Grandma Moses.
I cannot imagine that Grandma Moses ever told herself to lose weight, run a marathon or write the great American novel. She painted what she knew and people were attracted to her work. She became famous and we still refer to her ageless accomplishments.
Yes. That is who I want to be. I want to celebrate life and go on doing creative things that I love.
I know that I will never be a Mother Teresa but maybe I can touch someone with kindness in some small way.
Organizing my all things to me room I came across old notebooks with the similar yearly goals such as lose weight, write that novel and get busy with those crafts.
This year I asked myself what would Mother Teresa have done?
Her goals had been set early on and soon became second nature to her.
Now Grandma Moses!! There is a name that keeps popping up around my house.
Years ago as I was in an angst mood I blurted out that I had this creative urge to wow the world with my flamboyant endeavours. A friend reminded me of Grandma Moses.
I cannot imagine that Grandma Moses ever told herself to lose weight, run a marathon or write the great American novel. She painted what she knew and people were attracted to her work. She became famous and we still refer to her ageless accomplishments.
Yes. That is who I want to be. I want to celebrate life and go on doing creative things that I love.
I know that I will never be a Mother Teresa but maybe I can touch someone with kindness in some small way.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
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