Without history we are infants. Of all intellectual pursuits, history is the most supremely useful. That is why people crave it and need ever more of it.
– Simon Jenkins, “The London Times”
Like many families, we read the Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder. In fact recently, I’ve been reading “Farmer Boy” outloud to my husband. He loves to hear about the adventures of young Almanzo, and all the buckwheat cakes he ate. 🙂
There is something so wonderful about this time of year — even though everyone is busy with programs, parties, and dozens of other activities, there’s this driving desire to connect with friends we haven’t seen for a long time. “Stop by for tea!”
I don’t like doughnuts or pastries. Even the smell can turn my stomach. Strange? Of course I am! But I can point to a cold and rainy day in the summer of 1970 as we were driving through the Danish countryside. We stopped at a bakery for cocoa and a treat, and the warm, sweet, suffocating smell of pasteries overwhelmed me. End of story.
This is the time of year when we entertain more often than usual. It is always a challenge to figure out what to serve for brunch that will please kids, adults, and seniors – and not wear out the cook. Try this pizza! It’s easy, special, pretty, satisfying, and oh so yummy!
My guest chef for the week is Gabby. She is the sparkliest, sweetest, smartest, funnest girl I know. Gabby is also an excellent sous chef. The crowning glory of our dinner was the refreshing orange julius.
As a child of school teacher parents, summer vacation means TRAVELING. That is precisely what I am doing right now, and this post marks the beginning of my Guest Chef summer series.
Most of us have quirks, idiosyncrasies, peculiarities, oddities, eccentricities, foibles, and whims. One of mine is that I do not like milk on my cereal. Please don’t expect me to eat soggy cold cereal, or drive away the steam of hot cereal by pouring milk on it. Gross!
I am a morning person. Always have been. A cup of coffee, sunrise, the Word of God, complete silence, and a piece of chocolate makes a perfect morning for me.
I am not a Hobbit – I’m too tall for that, and my feet aren’t hairy – but I do like Breakfast. And Second Breakfast. In fact, if I had time, Third Breakfast would be my favourite meal of the day.