(The prompts: Peppered Steak, smirk, eclectic) When I was a child we rarely ate out. Sunday meal were huge pot roasts we ate for days, meals were hearty, healthy and unremarkable. Sorry mom. But they were. If my dad was working and it was a summer day, my mom might drive through McDonald's for burgers … Continue reading Perfect Peppered Steak
(Prompts: Setting, Loath, Compatible, Play) Summer break is ending and I am loath to return to work. I would find it much more compatible to stay home and play, but I must return to the school setting in two short weeks. (Done. All prompts in those two sentences.... ta da!) Seriously though, where did this … Continue reading The Play’s the Thing
I ended a very long vacation yesterday and boy did my own bed feel good last night! This trip was so long, so extended that what I did a month ago seems like a blur. I actually regret that I did not take a break, give myself time to process the first part and then … Continue reading Dappled Perfection
Another food prompt! Yay! When the girls were growing up we adopted a "divide and conquer" mentality. One of us would cook dinner and the other would get the kids in the bath, or the laundry sorted so we actually had clothes the next day. Maybe packing lunches or walking the dog or helping kids … Continue reading To Julienne with Joy
When I met Scott, I knew he had this loonnnngggg Scandinavian name, and that he sort of looked Scandinavian. But when you are 14 you don't pay too much attention to things like family heritage, I was much more interested in things like skiing and going to the movies. By the time we married, I … Continue reading A Danish Delight
Today I woke up to the smell of coffee and waffles. Lovely and familiar, bringing back memories of Sunday breakfasts over the years. Now that the kids are gone we don't really make big productions anymore, but Grace is here for a bit and Scott is making us a nice breakfast. I have so many … Continue reading Sunday Breakfast
St. Patrick's Day is near, near enough to make me think of Ireland. Near enough to make me think of Ireland and family history. Ireland and Mark Hunt, an ancestor of my husbands who left his descendants a gift. A gift in the form of a journal from a childhood spent in Ireland. This gift, … Continue reading Ireland, I Offer This Toast!