Red Hot Jalepeno Jelly… How Sweet


 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.


Summer Silk


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.

Encore Fathers Day

IMG_20140615_084529 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!”


Happy Father’s Day

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 says: ” Me finked me was a lone—”
Her voice trails off into a drowsy sigh.

Poor little girl! she sees no light or spark,
And feels strange, shapeless forms around her creep;
But when her father’s voice comes through the dark
She knows that she is safe, and sinks to sleep;
And though the dark-time dangers are as real
And dreadful, too, as aught on earth could be,
She hears her father’s voice and seems to feel
That all that threatened now is bound to flee.

Our Father! who art with us in the dark
And in the light, whose presence wraps us round;
Though darkness shuts us in and no faint spark
Doth guide our feet; and wither we are bound,
Or whence we come, is hidden from our sight
So that we merely grope our way along,
We feel Thy presence guiding us aright,
And paths, erstwhile all dark, break into song.

And when life’s bedtime becks us to rest
We falter at the dark that threats us then;
Like frightened children we do our best
To stay awake and open our eyes again;
And in fear’s perfect ecstasy we shriek:
” Our Father! Oh , our Father! Are You there?”
And calmly through the dark Your accents speak,
And so we bid farewell to every care.

So , oh, my little girl, on your old dad
You lean, and go to sleep in sweet content;
And dad knows how you feel for he had had
The self same feeling; his own strength all spent,
He oft bowed him down in bitter woe,
When all seemed dark and life was just a spell
Of bitterness-and then- God’s voice! and, lo!
Life’s darkness turned to light! ans all was well.

That dad is so impotent, Marjorie,
Does give him greater grief than he has known!
Ah, life and all, dear child, he’d give for thee!
Would God that dad could make your pains his own.


Cherry Pie and kids on the porch


I like to imagine the conversations that will be served with each slice of pie.
Here are a few quotes from where I sat with old friends while the kids ran outside to play in the rain.

“Remember when we had time to do all the things we wanted to do but didn’t because we had plenty of time?”
” My grandmother used to make pies like this and we would have to eat our pie on the porch”
” I am so glad I don’t have to date anymore”
” If his eyes weren’t so green I wouldn’t have to date now!”
” Where are the kids?”
“My mother takes the kids to Goodwill and fills our house with little plastic things like we need them”
” Why did you move to Canada? This is so nice having you here”
“Let’s meet at the pool this summer”
” I think we should just stay here and have more pie”

Sweet Mothers Day

Happy Mothers Day!
I am making my mother a lovely lunch today and we will top it off with these colorful treats.

In the Raw-Turbinado Sugar


What’s the difference?
We have options these days. Is there a “better” choice?

There is the white stuff. And then we move into the various hybrids of light, dark and tan sugars.
It all boils down to molasses, the varying amount that is left to coat the sugar crystals that is the by product of cane sugar reduction.
True , molasses has a mineral content that could add up.These include calcium, iron, copper, potassium phosphorous, manganese and magnesium. Brown sugars also contains trace amounts of vitamins B3, B6 and B9. The minerals are very good for you but don’t try and get them all from cake.

Think about texture. Foods that touch your tongue in a way that keeps all those ADD taste buds paying attention.

Think of a cappuccino; sprinkle that crunchy stuff on top and let it do its magic against the creamy foam.

It’s all sweet.

May Flowers


NOT a drop of rain in April but I found you some May Flowers.
This would be perfect with a mint green fitted bodice dress and full skirt down to the soft pink pumps.

In your hands you hold a cake stand dawning a gorgeous Red velvet cake.
Be sure and wear a flower in your hair and lipstick to match the color of the red velvet.
So glad you dropped by, eat!


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Translated from Latin origins means literally,” A little pick me up”.
I made this, along with two or three renditions, because I love having texture and fabric in all rooms of the house and well… I love textiles and I cook.
Plus I had a bit of food related fabric on the shelves…ok… I had a lot of food fabric on the shelves.

And something on this order hanging anywhere in your vicinity will always pick you up!

Mon Petit Chou

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My Little Cabbage! The French so love their gardens that a little cabbage melts the heart.
This story book child’s quilt was born from the glee these little tender terms elicit between the adoring one and the adored.

I remember this piece being snatched up at a show before i could even get it out of the box.
My hope is that is brought a sparkle to the eye of a wee little cabbage.