This weekend was mostly quiet on the home front. I had NOTHING to do on Saturday. So rare, and so nice and so rainy. So what did I do? I filled it with domesticity. I was not alone in my lazy day. These lumps set up camp right near my quasi-island so they could snatch anything I might drop.
My family ate. Unfortunately, a bit of what they ate ended
up being more in the fail category than the keeper category. I have the
hankering to enter some more recipes in another contest. An ingredient
specific contest. So I did a lot of experimentation with the specified
Also of note. I recently borrowed some Julia Child's The French Chef
television episodes from the library. She used to visit our house via
the television every once in awhile, some of my friends houses saw her
Ha. Ha. So my fails this weekend are now going to be labeled " Edible LEARNing opPORTUNities."
will learn Julia's techniques and attitudes and avoid her meat and
dairy ways. Yes. I will oVERcome and will make some lovELY dishes. BON
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.