Snow = Food, don’t ya know

 First, I have to acknowledge the plight of the people of New York and New Jersey who are still coping with the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy. We’ve now been hit by a Nor’Easter… and while it’s no big deal up here… it’s like salt in the wound for them. 

  Anyone who doesn’t believe our severe weather patterns for the last few years aren’t an indication that the world is-a-changing climate-wise… is living under a rock.  I don’t know if Al Gore had it right or if this is the natural cyclical order of things, but it’s scarey.

Do you see my roses, still blooming… till now. 

  I called the manchild’s school yesterday and asked them to let him come home, new driver plus snow and wind.. not a great mix.  They obliged and assured me I wasn’t the only nutzo mom doing so.  Today they have no school.  Thank you, powers that be.  This morning although we have only a few inches out there, the wind is still strong and there is ice on the roads.  Weird.. a week ago, tropical hurricane…today, snow on the pumpkins.

 What do I do when cooped up in This Old House?  Cook!  and EAT!   I usually have company by the stove.

I made Cheyenne’s pumpkin chocolate chip muffins again…
Recipe here ..
if you haven’t tried them, believe me, they’re worth the effort.
…and for dinner last night I made sirlion in blackberry sauce..
recipe HERE….
My friend Raven let her readers in on this potato recipe..
Cut potatoes of choice in half after washing thoroughly.
I use red potatoes.
melt 1/4 lb. butter and spread in large pyrex
Sprinkle grated parmesan cheese on top of melted butter
add salt, pepper and a little cayenne..
then place potatoes cut face down on top.
Bake at 400 for approx 40 minutes, serve!
Looks like this when done. Delicious!

Have a great day, all – looks like we’ll be spending some of it here…

Tell me….

… is there anyone who doesn’t want this for our country?
Let’s all put our differences aside and make it happen.
We all play a part, even in our attitude.
Hard work, determination for a better way of life, and working together
is what built America.  Let’s pay it forward.   
America, I believe we can build on the progress we’ve made and continue to fight for new jobs and new opportunity and new security for the middle class. I believe we can keep the promise of our founders, the idea that if you’re willing to work hard, it doesn’t matter who you are or where you come from or what you look like or where you love. It doesn’t matter whether you’re black or white or Hispanic or Asian or Native American or young or old or rich or poor, able, disabled, gay or straight, you can make it here in America if you’re willing to try.
I believe we can seize this future together because we are not as divided as our politics suggests. We’re not as cynical as the pundits believe. We are greater than the sum of our individual ambitions, and we remain more than a collection of red states and blue states. We are and forever will be the United States of America.”
Amen.
– and that’s all I’m gonna say about that.
 

Yankee Candle

 Every fall we take the kids and sometimes a grandmother or two to Yankee Candle in Deerfield, Mass. for lunch at Chandlers and some  candle and ornament splurging and oohing and aahhing at the many many things you can drool over.  The kids each get to pick out a new candle fragrance and an ornament for the tree and sometimes we’d come home with a new house or shop for our Christmas Village.  Last year was no different… except… it was very… very… clear…. that we had pushed our luck and the “kids”… were past the joy of it all.   Way.

SO!  This year the Mr. and I went all by ourselves, yes we did. 
 I guess you could call it a date! 
Apple carmelized onion quiche – I gotta find a recipe.
I’d love to bring this Christmas Cow home and place it on the front lawn at This Old House.

This fella was busy checking stuff… see the big book next to him?
Hmmm.. looks familiar… doesn’t he?

Did you know soda now comes in these funky bottles? They’re made of aluminum can material.
I like the glass bottles myself.  These are just.. weird, and don’t hold much.

This is what I brought home… some new fragrances!
Whoopie pie!!!…Peppermint Bark! (yum) Red Berry & Cedar and
an old favorite, Christmas Wreath…

…one more!…
Chocolate Layer Cake… so good smelling, you want to eat it.

It was a good day. 
Can I tell you something, though?  I missed having my kids there..
even the whining and rolling eyeballs mixed with heavy,  bored  teenage sighs.
It’s a good thing – the spreading of wings and broadening of horizons…
the flutter and flight that leads further away from the nest. 
So I’ll encourage and let go, 
all the while hoping that they’ll return with their own desire
on occasion to take part in the traditions and comforts
we’ve provided over the years.  
*life* 

heavy sigh and eye roll.. this time.. mine.

October and the Noble Pig

 I just found an awesome blog through another Blogger, thanks Diane!   Today’s post  – these awesome treats…

See recipe and Noble Pig blog HERE

 October is one of my favorite months, and Halloween one of my favorite holidays. The  girlchild has a birthday and I get to make a fun cake.  We brought our first newborn home from the hospital  on Mischief Night and all I could think about was… OH NO… what if the car gets egged?   What if we get TP’d??  The birthdays over the years have been so much fun to put together and just because she’s now a grown up I don’t have to stop the festivities,  right?   I shan’t.    That is too a word.

 October is also Adopt a Shelter Dog month… you all know by now I’m a big advocate.  If you’re new to my blog, just click on the Shelter Dog or Dog Days Adoption Events labels on the left to read more…

and last but not least….

 October is also Breast Cancer awareness month.   I just got my yearly mammogram after delaying it some because of the fear of it all.  I definitely suffer from medical anxiety… but I sucked it up and went… and you should too if you are due for your annual mammo. 

Early detection saves lives, it’s as simple as that… so just do it.

An AA tradition

My cousin is a recovering alcoholic who frequents AA meetings, which have given him a strong support system over the years.  I give him a huge amount of credit for continuing to battle and slay the demons that have plagued him since young adulthood… it takes an enormous amount of effort and I think we can’t really understand that unless we are among the afflicted.   He was given this plant by an AA member years ago, and my aunt has continued to care for it.  She’s moving, so she has brought me the plant to continue it’s care.  There’s quite a history in the AA “creeping Charlie”  or Swedish Ivy plant.

According to Wikipedia – William Griffith Wilson (November 26, 1895 – January 24, 1971), also known as Bill Wilson or Bill W., was the co-founder of Alcoholics Anonymous (AA), an international mutual aid  fellowship with over two million members belonging to 100,800 groups of alcoholics helping other alcoholics achieve and maintain sobriety.

The Swedish Ivy plants, whose cuttings are given to AA members,  are descendants of the plant that was in Bill Wilson’s room when he passed away in 1971 in Miami, Florida.  His wife, Lois, took the plant home to Stepping Stones in New York where she cared for it until the mid 80’s.

She gave the plant to her housekeeper who in turn gave it to Michael Manning of Atlanta, George. Lois asked that she pass it on to members of the A. A. fellowship in memory of Bill. Michael has taken pieces of this plant all over the world, she brought it to Washington in July 1998.

This is a true A. A. plant because every time you pass it on, 2 new shoots replace the one that was given away and your plant grows stronger.

This plant is also sometimes called a “Creeping Charlie” plant, and it’s rumored that Ebby Thatcher brought it originally to Bill W. when he was in the townes hospital where he had his original spiritual conversion. Bill supposedly gave it this name after a friend of his named Charlie that kept creeping up on Bill’s back porch to sleep.

The writer of this explanation states:   ” I have a large plant of this type that was given to Dr. G. in San Diego in 1973 by Lois W., and then passed on to my first Sponsor Shedrick M. sometime around 1980. I was given the plant, as well as a short letter that’s supposed to accompany cuttings of the plant on July 4th, 1995 on my 20th AA birthday. It’s rumored to be the original plant, though it’s probably impossible too know the truth about it after all this time. The idea of the plant, and the sharing of some of the common threads of our history is what’s really important about it.”

I’ve told you about the 100 year old plants I have on my front porch, Cast Iron plants. They were an engagement present to my great-grandparents and have been passed down, eventually to me, for care.  My readers helped me identify what they were.   I love having this new addition at This Old House… a homage to all the hard work that people who suffer from and conquer alcoholism  put in every day.  My hat’s off to those of you who can relate.  If you care to share your story, as this disease touches many in different ways… please do so below.

No kidding

Me:  Hey dude, keep in mind.. pretty soon we should start looking at colleges.
Maybe we’ll start with  Sunny Valley U.  Whatdaya think?
Him:  Not going.
Me:   The hell you aren’t
So I’ll call and see when there’s an Open House
and we can take a tour.
Him:  It’s such a waste of time, I’m busy!
I’m not going.
Me:  How are you going to know what schools you’d like to apply to if you
haven’t been to them to see what they’re all about? 
Him:   Just google the ones that have a good weight lifting program
and show me the pictures. Then I’ll pick.
*sigh*


Life Lessons

Without going into detail,
because it’s not my story to tell…
Sometimes horrible things happen in a life
that we have no control over. ..
things you didn’t see coming at all.
Many of us know all too well that a life can go sideways in 60 seconds or less.
If you ever find yourself in a situation where
things look bleaker than bleak,
I will give you the  words that you should conjure…
 this is what an ICU nurse once said to me..
No matter what you are facing… there is always HOPE.
You just have to BELIEVE.
 Sounds too simple, doesn’t it?
At the time I clung to every  single word coming out of her mouth,
because it was my lifeline.  I let her know that later.
But besides all that… she was absolutely right.
It’s hard to see when you’re in the dark hole of
despair and frightened beyond the beyond. 
Believe it though, because it’s true.  
Things are going well with these two…..
he’s the seasoned school teacher
and she’s the eager student.

LIFE… is good.

What says HOME to you?…

    I’ve been dreaming of “home” since I was a very young girl.  Many years ago we would walk with  my grandmother after Sunday night dinner and admire the gardens, the decor, peer in the windows of other peoples spaces, collecting ideas.   
   My vision of what I had hoped I might be able to call home some day has not changed much over the years.  I grew up in a borough of the city, but I knew that was not my destination.  While many of my friends were excited about the hustle and bustle of the concrete jungle just across the bridge, I longed for country roads and wide open spaces.  I wanted land and a barn for my -someday- horses, a yard for my -someday- dogs to roam, a house with big windows to let in lots of natural light (my favorite kind) with big old trees standing guard. Plenty of space for my -someday- children to play and entertain friends, too.   I would decorate this home with lots of candles and ivory linen overstuffed couches. There would be strands of beads to walk through in the doorways… do you remember those?  I’d become a good cook and there would always be a candy dish full of something sugary.
  I did outgrow those hippie beads, and the ivory linen couches will never be practical with dogs and kids… but we were able to pull the rest of it off and for that… every day… I am grateful. 
  Below are a few pictures here at this old house.. things that make this place “home”.  In the comments section below, list five things in your surroundings that make it home to you.  Family is a given.  If you’re really feeling chatty, tell us how your childhood vision of your someday home compares to what you have created over the years.  I’m not talking about material things or stature, but the things that really make a house a home to you

Dads Swedish Meatballs
(these are awesome)
Recipe found HERE.

It’s a farm life

Although by a real farmers standards…
a Hobby Farm.
 That’s OK by me… even Hobby farms are a lot of work.  
Walking around the farm with my camera this weekend..
I took note of a few things.
This is what Basil looks like when you’ve let it flower and go to seed.
The aroma is heavenly, but the remaining crop spent.
We’ve given up the garden for the year, harvesting the last of the peppers
…and tomatoes!  Even a barren waste land of tomato plants will still
produce a few gems if left to their own devices.
Ok, it’s not a gem. But look at the color!

Have the leaves begun to turn in your neck of the woods?
We have the occasional tree beginning to color and shed
The grass is still growing.. amazing consider the hot dustbowl this summer produced.
25 year old Max filled out nicely because of it.
I’m hoping to keep the weight on him through the winter.
The manchild still mows regularly, and still refuses to let me take a decent picture.
This was a hasty retreat as he spied the camera.

The original hens and new hens still  choose to stay separate
except for when I close them in the coop at night.
The old girls, taking a  dust bath before the rains yesterday
under their favorite pine tree, which we have trimmed,
much to their chagrin.
The new girls barely venture out into the coop yard.
Henrietta
Raven and Snow
Andie
I am now fully aware of how the terms
“Hen Pecked”
“Pecking Order”
and..
“Don’t be a Chicken”..
came to be. 
The garden still blooms… 
If you plant nothing else next year,
sow some Zinnia seeds.
They are the flower that just keeps giving and giving…
And don’t be afraid of roses..
there are many hardy varieties out there.

I hope you’re enjoying the weekend
in whatever way brings you happiness.
A lesson I think I’ve finally absorbed..
When someone’s giving you grief in one way or another
and it befuddles you because you know you don’t deserve
or understand  it … instead of letting it gnaw at you and fester..
do yourself a favor and realize ... that 99 percent of that kind of behavior..
has nothing whatsoever to do with you. 
And then let it go.