Rainbows and Grandfathers
It’s taken me a while to sort through them, but I wanted to share some photos of the most vivid, most stunningly beautiful rainbow I have ever seen. These were taken on my cell phone camera, believe it or not, through the window of the car as we traveled back from a family day out.
He Cooks! – Chicken Edition
Saturday was a busy day. It wasn’t supposed to be, but our unstructured, unplanned day turned into a whole bunch of stuff. Our one and only obligation was back-to-school haircuts for Kidzilla and Mom…
Kidzilla Speaks – A Quickie from the Kitchen
Everybody knows that kids say the darndest things. There was a TV show about it, right? Bill Cosby was the host and it was based on material from an old Art Linkletter show. You can YouTube that and get some good laughs. Our Kidzilla, of course, comes out with a few winners every now and…
Writing Workshop: Worst Meal Ever
Today, I was horrified by inspired by Kitchen Witch’s story about Shipwreck Casserole – I have never heard of such a thing. Her story immediately brought to mind some of my least favorite childhood meals. So I decided to join MamaKat’s Writing Workshop this week and play along…
Know What Really Bugs Me?
I hate bugs. A lot. Actually, it’s more accurate to say that I am terrified of bugs, therefore I hate bugs. I can’t explain it (guess where they get the term “irrational fear”). I cannot recall any particular bug ever doing anything unspeakable to me, other than a mosquito bite or a bee sting. But I…
On Grandmothers and Tradition
My Lovely Italian Grandmother made terrible polenta. Seriously. Terrible. Polenta. She was the kind of Grandmother who, when you entered her home, asked about your last meal before she asked who you were. “Here…sit. Eat,” she would say. Her Mother did the same – it’s how we got one of my in-law uncles. He sat…
Our Family Table
Ever notice how when people gather in a home, they tend to end up around the kitchen or dining room table? Of course you have – and I am by far not the first person to mention it. Nor can I offer any unique insight about the reasons why this is so. You know the…
Big Girls Don’t Cry…Or Do They?
I had about nine other things I thought I wanted to talk about today, but scrapped them all. My head is stuck in one particular place, and since it’s all I can think about, I’m going with it. I can’t decide if I’m angry or sad or a little bit of both. Probably that. Some…