Is everyone ‘over the hills and through the woods’ on their way to Grandma’s yet? At the moment, The Professor and I are in the air on our way to Arizona to visit family for the holidays; I’m rocking out to Michael McDonald bringing it home with ‘Children Go Where I Send Thee’ and there are two puppies under each of our seats traveling with their owners seated behind us. It’s a full plane with other grandparents, tired moms and dads, even more tired littles – but everyone traveling anticipates the arrival of Santa and of being with people they love for the holidays.
Doughnuts. The mere mention of doughnuts and my knees grow weak; glazed, frittered, cream-filled, jelly-filled, cinnamon dusted, powder sugar dusted, nut-topped, plain, fried or baked, I’ll admit to being an equal opportunity eater of all things doughnuts.
The month of May is National Celiac Awareness month.
And while I could rattle off the numbers of people who have Celiac or some form of wheat intolerance or allergy, I’m going to share some of our family’s story instead. Why? For me, it’s personal; it hits deeply and closely to home. I have celiac, and so does my sister, so it doesn’t get more personal than this.
I have a ‘to-do’ list a mile long but here I sit in the semi-darkness as the sun begins to peek over the horizon; we’ve just returned from a week’s shoot in Italy with one day of semi-rest before we were staring down Monday morning. I’m grateful for the quietness in the house as it allows me to gather my thoughts and click out the words on my keyboard – no recipe today but a few of you have sent me notes of encouragement on the loss of our granddaughter Alice; the anniversary of her passing was yesterday and I just wanted to take a moment to say ‘thank you’ for remembering.
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Musical pairing – So Small by Carrie Underwood
My oldest son and his family moved to Indiana last month; the last year without Alice has been difficult and everyone felt they needed a new start – new job, new home, new beginning, moving forward. So they packed up their house in New Hampshire, along with Alice’s brother, Doug, 3 Labrador dogs and hit the road heading West to Indiana.
The Professor and I have been traveling for the past three weeks which also included seeing my siblings – we haven’t all been together in one place since my dad’s funeral almost 11 years ago. We met up in Seattle for a couple of days and found ourselves doing all of the ‘touristy’ things one does while visiting Seattle.
Musical pairing – If I Knew You Were Comin’ I’d Have Baked A Cake by Eileen Barton
This post is a labor of love, and by that I mean that I count myself very fortunate to have married into one of the best families ever – and that includes my cousins on the Green side: Liz, Brenda, David and Andrea. We don’t see each other very often even though we live relatively close, but Facebook has kept us connected – which is how I ended up with this recipe and the memories that come with it.
Musical pairing – Fever by Beyoncé Knowles
I SCREAM, YOU SCREAM, WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM!!!! Did you ever scream those words as a kid? I sure did! Was there an ice cream truck meandering through your neighborhood throughout the summer? As a child, I remember hearing the tinkling of that bell and everyone would stop whatever it was we were doing and run hell-bent into the house (I’m certain we didn’t look both ways for cars) asking, begging, mom and dad for money so we could get ice cream. I always chose the ‘Creamsicle’, my brother always wanted one of those red, white and blue rocketpops, my dad would flip between the Creamsicle and a Fudgesicle, I don’t remember what my mom or my sister chose . . . but my heart belonged to the Creamsicle – dreamy, creamy vanilla and orange swirls . . . ooooo this just takes me back . . . They still have ice cream trucks but I believe they’re all motorized now; whizzing through neighborhoods so fast it’s impossible for any kid to catch them – and I’m betting they don’t get much in sales.