I have an amazing discovery right under my nose right here at my home that I must share. The other day my husband was working out in the yard as he does on a regular basis. Suddenly I could hear him yelling my name. We have a wooded area directly in front of our house separating it from the road. My husband was standing out near the far edge of our property hollering to me and waving me over. I ran out there wondering what was going on thinking that he might have found something in the woods. He said to look up as he pointed at a tree. This tree that has been there for 10 plus years. This tree that I have planted bulbs near its base and my husband has trimmed around has miraculously produced an abundance of beautiful apples!!! I know that I may sound silly being so excited about this but you have to understand that I know my yard and all the different plants, trees, bushes and flowers that exist. I constantly add to the eclectic mix and have been an avid gardener most of my adult life. There has never been an indication that this was an apple tree. Never ever were there fallen apples of any size or shape. Behold, as we have a tree that is mature bearing amazing large, red, beautiful apples! That day in awe I picked an apple and bit into it. The apple was a combination of sweet and tart and just the right amount of crispness. Several days later I am still in awe. Now we have the task of harvesting these amazing miracle apples as soon as possible.. All I can think about is the pies, tarts, sauce, cookies and cakes I will be making soon!!!! Did I mention that I think they are Macintosh !?
After a Sunday morning rain which we needed desperately, the mist cleared and the sun came out. The grapevines hanging over my porch were glistening in the sunlight and when I walked out the air was sweetened with the scent of Concord grapes. I closed my eyes and felt so thankful for everything and everyone in my life. I took a ride out to Colchester to visit my son Gordon his wife Alyssa and my eight month old grand-daughter Cora. As I enter their living room, I looked over to the far corner of the room and saw two big brown eyes, hands, and spiky tiny dark brown pigtails peering over the edge of the pack-and-play. She had an ear to ear smile and her eyes were glistening with happiness as I approached her. How could this be!? She was just born! She is standing, cruising and squealing with delight. I picked her up, kissed her and held her tight whispering Nonna, Nonna in her tiny ear. I am so grateful that she is in my life. For the next hour I repeated these three actions. I held her, I showered her with kisses and we laughed together. My son and his family have brought me so much joy by sharing their hopes and their dreams with me. I am so blessed to be a part of it…. I hope your Sunday was a happy one too.
This is the time of the summer when you can find a small town fair open every weekend. Last week-end we went to the Brooklyn Fair and today we went to the Woodstock Fair. It was amazingly hot and humid today 86+ degrees in the shade. My husband George and I braved the heat and took our three-year old grandson Javan to his first country fair. The crowds were fairly moderate due to the heat but the diehard fair goers were there with their children in tow. There were rides and crafts tents, and food stands as far as the eye could see. We saw a barnyard full of farm animals and our grandson pet his first calf. The roosters were confused as to the time of day and were cock-a-doodle doing all over the place. We also saw the winning giant pumpkin that was nearly as tall as Javan! Food was our primary motivation for going and we carefully mapped out our plan to find the booths that sold the sausage and peppers on a hard roll, the strawberry shortcake and the famous fried dough. When I say that the fried dough was huge I am not kidding! It was as large and round as a dinner plate CHARGER! Golden on the outside and soft and chewy on the inside. I proceeded to coat it with a quarter-inch of powdered sugar. I shook it from a container that once upon a time held a couple of gallons of mayonnaise and now in its new life, served as a powdered sugar shaker. It was amazing! Our grandson asked what it was and moments later found out it was pure heaven on a paper plate. We quickly found bleacher seats behind the fried dough stand and sandwiched our grandson between us for safety. We than began to tear the fried dough in to manageable sized pieces and stuffed our faces in silent harmony. In a matter of minutes, we were all covered in powdered sugar. Combined with the heat and sweat it really stuck to us! Once I came up for air, I noticed the elderly woman sitting next to me… also covered in powered sugar! She was NOT eating fried dough. While we were in a state of fried dough hypnosis, a breeze had kicked up and coated her in powdered sugar! It was at that moment that I signaled to my husband and the three of us took our exit. There we were, faces covered in white powder, messy, sticky but satisfied. It was a successful and meaningful day at the fair. I hope if you have a fair near you, you take the time to check it out. Hopefully with someone you love.
I have been toying with this outrageous idea of putting my life and experiences out there for all to see and know. Not for months but for YEARS! Finally, here I am and suddenly I am experiencing writers block or is it nerves? Nerves I think more than anything. Once you get to know me you will soon see that I am seldom if ever at a loss for words. My goal here is to share all those things that are part of my life. Things that really make me happy like home, family, cooking, eating ( yes eating), tips and tricks, crafting and creating. It has come as quite a surprise to me that I have unearthed this need to create at this stage of my life. There is so much to share and I look forward to this with all my heart. My plan is to post daily even if it is brief or at least 3-4 times a week. Now that I have made that statement, is it proper blogging etiquette to make declarations like this? Anyway, after a deep breath, and a sigh, I promise to share and to be honest in what I share with loads of enthusiasm. I have story’s to tell and recipes that will make you wish I was cooking for you!. Welcome to my new adventure. Until next time… tomorrow.. maybe!