Grandchildren Blog Posts
Flourless Chocolate Cake
I previously shared that my husband and youngest granddaughter kicked me out of the kitchen and cooked and baked for me on Valentine’s Day. I went on and on about how delicious the flourless chocolate cake was; so much so that several of you asked for the recipe.
OMG! My Poppies Died, or Did They?
I am almost embarrassed to share what was in my top ten most anxious triggers during our dive into sub-zero temperatures in Texas this last month.
Backyard Menagerie
You’ve all heard about the uncharacteristic deep freeze from which Texas has recently thawed. The news media did not exaggerate!
Driver’s Licenses, Road Ruts, and other Well-worn Paths
In my mother’s later years, when she was legally blind, she settled into telling us stories of her youth in the 1920s. When her first grandchild got his driver’s license, she shared how at eleven years old, she would drive her father, a pharmacist, to work in downtown San Antonio in their family Model T. Driver’s licenses were not required till 1936 in Texas. The only test for permission to drive was the answer to the question, “can you drive?”
Chocolate Delight
I can’t get desserts off of my mind when it’s cold outside, and especially when I’m trying (kind of) to cut back. But chocolate keeps calling my name!
“View from my Window”
I’m a member of an encouraging FB group, “View from My Window,” originated to uplift us worldwide, to know that we aren’t alone during this strenuous pandemic time of isolation.
“Roses are Red”….Cheer me Up Please, My Heart “is Blue”
Don’t you just love receiving flowers, especially roses from your special someone or someones? Valentine’s Day is the arbitrary day to do so, and this day reminds me to tend to my own roses.
Seedlings of Hope and Desire
I was listening to one of my gardening podcasts while sewing, which I’m apt to do. The topic of the week was appropriate for this time of year when gardeners are yearning to dig their hands in that sweet, tangy winter composted dirt, ready to plant seeds ordered from the beautifully illustrated mail-in catalogues.
Fresh Berry Trifle, A Scotland Delight
I enjoy watching the British mystery shows on PBS. I wax nostalgic over the short, rough hewn walls fencing in the rolling emerald green pastures dotted with bright yellow buttercups pictured in almost every village scene. When I hear the crunch, crunch of feet on pebbled walkways on these shows, I flash back to the entrance of my grandparents’ home in Oban, Scotland. I open the squeaky gate and run up the pebbled walkway to my Granny and Grandad’s humble home, a second floor apartment of a four-unit walk-up on the outer edge of the town.
Bare Brittle Branches
I was startled this morning by the hectic bird activity in my backyard when gazing out of my study window as I sipped my jasmine tea. Watching their intricate lives with all their glorious colors and personalities flitting in and out of the bare brittle winter branches was quite a show! When I say “startled,” I don’t mean frightened, but I mean “stopped in my tracks!”