Picture the scene! Mom stumbles in at 10:00 am. After a long shift, she’s wiped out. Trudging up the stairs, she narrowly avoids a collapse that would send her sliding to ground level with her chin thudding on each step.
Naturally, my pantry is full of caviar, smoked salmon, Moët and Chandon, and fragrant black truffles….Bwahahaha!
Last year’s garden was abysmal. There, I said it. We built raised beds and hauled in special soil. The soil was a tremendous disappointment. Anything planted in it struggled to stay alive, refused to grow, or just keeled over graveyard-dead. Then, I had my second surgery and wasn’t allowed in the garden for the rest of the season. My kids and husband, who already have full plates of their own, had to take on my chores. Inevitibly, some things fell through the cracks. Things like watering and weeding. So, this year the kids dumped what seemed like tons of
When Liam and I were newly married and living out of state, my parents came to our area for a rodeo. My mom’s birthday happened to fall during their visit, so I was excited to make her birthday dinner. I made pork roast (from our first home raised pig), carrots, potatoes, Brussels sprouts, and dark chocolate cake with boiled fudge frosting. The smell of that roast was wonderful! Lying on its bed of caramelized roasted vegetables, it looked just like a picture in a cookbook. The meal was timed beautifully. I finished the frosting, poured it over the cake, and