Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Chicken Delight

("Yes! Eat chicken! Not duck or goose!")

Last night it just seemed like Mom needed a perk me up... Being our family, that usually means something home cooked... I, on the other hand, had been on full blown cleaning mode in the pantry/laundry room... So I was fresh in the knowledge of what we had, I guess. I threw together (a la "Chopped") a Chicken dish that was yummy! Thought I'd share.

In big skillet... In about three T. Olive oil.... Sautè one chopped onion, 2 ribs celery chopped, I small can drained, sliced mushrooms, 1 small can drained, sliced water chestnuts, I small jar drained roasted red pepper, salt, pepper, 1 can cream of mushroom soup, and I large can chunk chicken. *You could add other things or leave something out... This would have made a good soup with some chicken broth... It would be good spooned over biscuits or toast... Or rice...


I boiled about half bag of curly egg noodles. I partially drained them and mixed with sauce in big bowl! It was a little soupy last night but just fine. Today that extra soup went into those noodles!
P.S. I discovered a seasoning salt called Soul Food... It's rather yum!

You'll have to try this! Mom loved it!

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Just the beginnings....

Just around the corner..... In a few days we will celebrate the Autumnal Equinox.

Mom and I are beginning... The happy moment of slipping into our home just a touch of Autumn... Even a bit too soon...

I bought Mom this little Marie Osmond doll for her ninetieth birthday... And I ordered the stacking boxes from a big Winter sale at Lang's online website during our long, cold winter. Our dear friends at Randolph Mercantile sent this beautiful lavendar-tipped mum to... My mum.... How Sweet!

Happy Fall!

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

September Storms

Thanks for the lovely well wishes... I felt better just reading your comments! Tonight is dark, rumbly, and stormy. Rain on the windows and a great night for sleeping.


Monday, September 8, 2014

Something to Think About!

I saw this beautiful quote a few days ago. It spoke to me in volumes because I've had to slow down and get help for some more things. Each year, more. I'm a girl big into Denial. But yeah. The truth inherent in this picture is fairly loud, extremely comforting, and simply the best advice for anyone who struggles with health issues vs. her own "master list" of to-do activities.
Had a little bout with inner ear inflammation last night, so took a little overnight turn in the ER... My son took me, but I'm thinking I was too fuzzy to remember much. Sure hope an attack like that never happens again. Tonight is just a little self- care night... Watching Pawn Stars with Mom.. Going to bed early...

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Candle Giveaway!

Just visit BJ at Sweet Nothings for a chance to win a yummy candle. While you are there, check out her wonderful blog!

Friday, September 5, 2014

Joan, Joan. . .

I've written recently and at other times about the strange phenomenon of feeling sadness when a celebrity passes vs. mourning a friend or relative. The celebrity doesn't know us, of course. If the situation reversed and we left this earth, that famous person would never bat an eye.

Certainly I was no avid fan of Joan Rivers. I was often either in awe or shocking distaste of her irreverent humor. But sometimes that sarcasm just made me smile... To my core. . Did she go too far? Certainly. Was she guilty of being too nasty? Absolutely... But she has a certain kindness beneath that rough showmanship. Joan knew how to do what she did very well. From creativity on QVC to landing the job of Apprentice to Donald Trump, Joan was a "classy" act.

So I'm sorry to hear of her death. I believe she indeed lived full out, always stylish. Amazing at 81, she crushed life and earned my respect for her reputation as a kind benefactor to many charities. She seemed to be unstoppable, and when those powerhouses stop /

The world kind of sucks in its breath in one giant gasp. It seems alien that the clocks keep ticking. But indeed they do, of course. Ultimately celebrities are simply people... With lots of makeup, tons of money, publicists, sad daughters... And friends like me they'll never. Ever. Know.



Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Pale Dawn

Love that expression! I read a book in college by that title... Pale Dawn by Momaday... I didn't love it, as I recall... But days like this with lavendar fog waiting to welcome the sun? Beautiful.

Took a little trip with my mom and my cousin/sister through Amish country. It was a wonderful day!


We ate at Crossroads, our once-favorite restaurant... It's amazing but the place just felt different... There were many scribblings and price increases/changes on the menu.. The specials board was moved... Our very favorite cheesy fried cauliflower was gone from the lineup... Scribbled through... Waitresses wore what they wanted... A huge plant was missing from the powder room... Our meal took nearly an hour to arrive. Several menu items weren't available... I watch a lot of RESTAURANT IMPOSSIBLE and RESTAURANT STAKEOUT... I just had a SINKING.....feeling...

"Did this place sell?" Yep. "Our" owners sold it in July... Upcoming change brewing with a convenience store addition in the wings... We were a little sad. Of course, the former owners deserved retirement, but... It just felt different, and not in a lovely way. I rarely love changes.


Have a good weekend!



Saturday, August 30, 2014

A little sip of Autumn. . .


Coffee weather is here! Time for football again, and the night locusts are squealing... Morning mists quietly meld the Summer's scorcher sun with its cozy Harvest counterpart. With a glance toward the huge tote in the corner, I am enjoying the thought of carefully placing some Autumnal accent pieces... Labor Day weekend, the official end of Summer.
I hope you enjoy the cooler days and chill in the nights. My favorite time of the year.


Friday, August 29, 2014

Popping in...

A dear friend reminded me today how long it has been since I last posted... I was surprised to see ten days have passed. Busy ones, I hope... Productive, I wish... Who am I fooling? Ten days filled with ... This and that, multi-directional thrusts that poke holes in the gentle ambiance of a life...

Even though we have recently had some of our warmest ! (Hot) days, it's clear we near the crisp Autumn days... Crickets do their chirpier songs, and wild creatures along the perimeter howl and scramble through the night. A beautiful owl always perches in a scrub of locust right outside my door, a sad little remnant left after some storm.

I think my son posted this on Facebook quite a while ago. Excellent advice.

Have a lovely Labor Day...

Monday, August 18, 2014

"A Tuft of Flowers" Kind of Day...

Had to share this shot! It's not mine...probably Pinterest, but I found it wandering on Facebook! I would love to do this for a teacher brunch... Or for some kind of sewing party.. Or house building? I dunno. Maybe I'm just hungry for long johns. Not my usual "poison" but, hey... Maybe that's how many inches one of them adds to the hips... Ugh.

I really didn't have much to add... Much on my to-do list... Little on my done... Isn't it funny how some days are sooo productive... And I can't really imagine how (or why) I got so much done. Others are... Less. I really, really work, write, think, feel better at night. Maybe even alone. I was an only child in the country. Mom and Dad were busy, happy, doer-type parents. I got left to my own resources... And I then evolved to a single mom with a house full of happy boys...(only one of them mine, but having good times...). I'm super annoying (especially to myself) when I overthink and analyze. It is what it is.
So, today was the first local day of classes... I missed it fiercely.... Missed the excitement, the new clothes... The orientation of new beginnings... Six little classes...groups to be a bonded entity, for better or for worse through all the days of the year... About a hundred spirits touching mine daily. Such loneliness I don't like.
So I leave you with my kitty... And a favorite Robert Frost poem... About working alone... Or in conjunction with the brotherhood of man... Good old Robert....
A Tuft of Flowers
By Robert Frost
I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.
The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the levelled scene.
I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.
But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been,--alone,
`As all must be,' I said within my heart,
`Whether they work together or apart.'
But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a 'wildered butterfly,
Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night
Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.
And once I marked his flight go round and round,
As where some flower lay withering on the ground.
And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.
I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;
But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,
A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.
I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them butterfly weed when I came.
The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,
Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.
The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,
That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;
But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;
And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.
`Men work together,' I told him from the heart,
`Whether they work together or apart.'