It’s been a year since I’ve posted a Daring Baker challenge, and I’m hanging my head over it. Actually, I’ve just crawled out from under the rock where I’ve been hiding. Last March, the delicious Citrus Tian Dessert made with blood oranges and California […]
A good friend of mine turned 40 recently and decided to celebrate by inviting her girlfriends to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico for a week. The plans were made seemingly forever ago, but time flies when you’re busy, doesn’t it? Since that time, we’ve had construction on […]
My mother lives in a senior community. Whatever stereotypes you may conjure up when seeing that particular label, my mother doesn’t fit any of them. Quite a few of the other residents fit the bill, however. One of the great features of living in this particular senior community is the ability to have your very own garden plot, and since my mother has an abundance of green thumbs she figured out very quickly how to get one of those plots. Not only did she get her own garden plot, but she met her Romeo in the process since he had a garden of his own as well. I can just see them meeting over the Swiss Chard — or maybe it was that he left her a little note under a rock where she would find it while pulling weeds.
Regardless, the romance is months and months new now, and the couple not only has two small gardens, but the largest corner garden in the community which is sure to have a few folks grumbling over the unfairness of it all. Although many of those who have a garden plot don’t seem to take very good care of them, my mother’s garden is quickly taking shape with a pebbled path made from hand-picked beach pebbles and Objes d’Art sitting here and there.
I’m not always the best of daughters so it’s taken me a while to get in my car and drive the whopping 15 minutes to go and see what will soon be an amazingly beautiful oasis if I know my mother. To make sure she didn’t smack me around to hard for taking so long to visit, I decided to butter her up with some muffins.
She likes my food, and evidently, so does her Romeo.
I love baked apples; in pies, cobblers, cakes, — you name it, and I love them. But I think apple crisp is my favorite. I’ll blame it on my brother since he was crazy over it when we were growing up. And if he knew […]
I've always loved Brussels sprouts. I guess the fact that my mother didn't cook vegetables in general until they were soft and grey helped. The Brussels sprouts we had on our plates were most often whole, frozen, then cooked in a bit of water for […]