Month: August 2023

Today was positively delicious

Heard the best news ever

but it’s a secretl

Secrets … twice-loved? Nope! We’ve gotta’ keep this one to ourselves for a bit!

Definitely not a foodie. I do not plan my vacations around food. My ‘spice’ cabinet is home primarily to salt and pepper and a half dozen commons that are most likely outdated. I hate to cook, hate to bake, and my mixer is an old handheld with one missing beater. But I do enjoy food. Lately I’ve been on the receiving end of quite a few invitations to dine and after coffee with a couple gal pals at the Blue Barrel yesterday I joined another old friend for supper at her home. Started with a roasted butternut squash soup, followed with quiche, tomato cucumber salad tossed with hibiscus glaze and finished up with tirimisu and espresso.

And I got to take home leftovers!

Leftovers. Ever and always twice loved!

someone else’s

not mine

😉

Cooler this morning. Only thirteen degrees. And while still quite lovely, seems far too soon to be looking at fall like temperatures. Yesterday was yet another perfect day. Crossed the bay to enjoy breakfast at the TH Come Home Year and stayed for the ‘parade’ before booting it back. Spent an hour driving with my big boy, took my sweet Sammy to the basketball court and was invited by Bear to supper – which he made! From beans and ham to sliders which were absolutely delicious and better than anything I’ve ever had at a fast food restaurant. He has skills! He and #1Son are working on a treehouse and have the perfect backyard for it. I was reminded of all the time my father spent puttering around in the garden with #1Son.

Treehouses! Twice loved!

This tiny rural town saw a significant increase in traffic yesterday. Home to less than fifty year round residents, the numbers ballooned to over 300 as visitors from near and far converged at the community hall to register for a weekend of fun. My connection to this little place is arm’s length at best but one couldn’t hep but delight in watching old friends meet – some for the first time in fifty years – reconnect and reminisce. How lovely it must be to have enjoyed your childhood in one tiny town where there were no strangers.

It was early evening when I arrived back home. I thought it might be a quiet night alone but I was joined by an old friend of my own and while our friendship is not quite twenty years old, we shared an evening of giggles as we too reminisced over our many shared experiences.

Friendship. Twice loved.

How good is it when your eleven year old grandchild cooks breakfast! You go Bear! You will have your father’s skills in the kitchen!