Summer is officially over by the calendar. Our Indian summer allows us a bounty of harvest from summers garden. When peppers come together with sugar sweet, there is a coolness that forgives the bite. Like being slapped then kissed. It’s worth it. Jalapeno and pepper jelly, You’ll keep going back for more.
Bay fishing in South Texas. It just doesn’t get any better than this. Had the full moon cooperated the catch would have rivaled our enthusiasm. In very short time with a little butter and love , these beauties will simmer and dance to our plates. Summertime, and the livin is easy.
If life is a bowl of cherries, Without you it’s the pits. If life is a puzzle, Without you the pieces don’t fit. If life is a song, Without you there’s no rhyme. If life is forever, Without you there’s no time.
Here is what you do with those luscious honey roasted figs… you make honey roasted fig ice cream! The creamy, smooth, ancient flavors of figs and …ice cream. (if ice cream isn’t ancient, believe me, they would have eaten it!) Usually when you lick the spoon and ice cream blade you try and show some restraint. Not here. Enjoy your
Figs and honey, there is nothing funny about a treat as serious as this. Like rose bud lips and dancing hips, Try and find a sweeter kiss. Had Eve herself, found figs instead, She would have kept them all within. And Adam would found her happy, In that there is no sin. So if you dare, share your
Summer silk. Graceful like a butterfly lighting on clear water. When it is this hot outside you need something to make you feel like a breeze. I can’t imagine you holding anything else other than a perfect blueberry pie. You will be the epitome of a summer sky. Time to call everyone to the table…your gorgeous table.
When your niece looks at you and sais..” We can make a quilt together!!” You say.. ” you know it !” And you do, and you have a blast. Quilts are a process and you are missing the point if you don’t allow yourself to enjoy the way to the binding. For her first quilt I think we nailed
For when your father swept you up in his arms and tossed you around like a boneless monkey, with you screaming all the while to be released from the ecstatic torture, and directly after being released , gasping for enough air in your tiny lungs to squeal, ” Do me again Daddy!” Encore!
Father’s Voice Judd Mortimer Lewis Sometimes I wake from dreams and wonder where I am for just a moment; a lisp Comes trembling to me; “Papa, are you there ?” Just those four words in just the faintest wisp Of a wee voice, a wee and frightened tone; And I make haste to answer: “Yes, dear, why?” And then she
Bright, exotic and ever so berry. If apple is the father of all pies then blueberry is the Mother. Shimmering sapphires that brighten your disposition while quietly eradicating any and all free radicals within a 20 mile radius of your being. Blueberry pie. It’s good medicine. It’s my favorite pie. Please indulge.