Good day, Sunshine

March 14th, 2011 (06:30 pm)

The sun has been coy. We began the day with a rousing thunderstorm--much appreciated by all but Margot and probably Rex!--and for the rest of the day, the sun has come and gone like a drama queen on Facebook.

I remarked to Tom yesterday how strange it seems that people can be suffering so acutely on part of the planet--So sorry, Japan--at the same time others get to enjoy beautiful days. Yet I know that when we're in the middle of drought or hurricane cleanup, I like seeing those beautiful days elsewhere as a reminder that Nature will be beautiful where I am again.

Though I know food posts are like dreams--mainly interesting only to the dreamer or chef--I can't help but share...

My happiness in being able to go outside to cut my own rosemary and lemon verbena.

To put on this foil-wrapped salmon.

That I'm serving with lightly sauteed vegetables on a bed of saffron rice topped with a bit of crumbled feta.

Along with a salad and herb/garlic bread. Should I set a place for you? You don't like fish? Me, either, so much. That's why that tiny piece of salmon is mine, and--full disclosure--I've got a few popcorn shrimp to go along with it, because I love shrimp.

Signed, sealed, delivered

March 12th, 2011 (12:53 pm)
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I laughed when I got the forms from our accountant today letting us know our e-filed taxes were accepted by the IRS. Who doesn't feel like Homer looks during tax season, including the staff of a financial services firm?

Craft Night

March 12th, 2011 (01:33 am)

The only crafty things that happened at The Compound were my attempt to get better photos with my phone's camera and dogs jockeying for position on the couch with Tim. Pixie, being spooned by him, and Penny and Sugar, cuddled together at his feet, were the clear winners. At this point, Rex had vanished into a bedroom, and Guinness was on the floor at my feet. Meanwhile, Margot had declared the crate in the dining room her new Fort Emo and was repelling any invasion attempts with her breath.

Magnetic Poetry 365:69

March 10th, 2011 (10:48 pm)

Tyson, 2009

Magnetic Poetry 365:67

March 8th, 2011 (08:40 pm)

Other ingredients: cornmeal, bacon grease, iron skillet

Laissez les bons temps rouler!

March 8th, 2011 (05:16 pm)

Thought I'd share a few of the couple hundred shots I took in Galveston during the port city's early Mardi Gras celebrations. I'm saving many of my favorites for potential Photo Friday submissions. But would you like to see some of the others to get you in the spirit of Fat Tuesday?

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The good, the bad, and the ugly

March 6th, 2011 (02:43 pm)

Starbucks rises "bold and stark/kids are huddled on the beach in a mist..." *

Aaron, first lured into a life of crime by Lynne, gets a leg up to score some pearl beads for his Aunt Debby.
I promised Aaron not to publicize his more lawless acts. For now.

Palm trees in the dust
No one has confessed to this message rudely scrawled on Jellybean, member of The Compound Limo Fleet.

*Lyrics lifted from Bruce Springsteen.

A thank you to friends

March 5th, 2011 (01:28 am)

Growing up, my family was not one who had desserts all the time. But we did have them occasionally, and everybody had their favorites. I've mentioned before that I planned to make my brother some chocolate bread pudding like our mother used to make when he was here last fall--then I forgot to do it.

The recent visit from my siblings fell between my sister's birthday and my late mother's, and I decided to lay out, along with meals, some of our favorite desserts as part of the celebrations.

For my sister, it had to be a coconut cake (that's what my mother always baked for her). Some of you may remember the last time I made her a coconut cake and the dire consequences. There were no catastrophic repercussions this time, but as you can see, there's also another cake in the photo. Since some of us are wheat intolerant, and some are downright allergic to wheat and gluten, I snagged a Betty Crocker gluten-free yellow cake mix and some Duncan Hines gluten-free dark chocolate frosting. It was an experiment and it worked; the cake was delicious. It just didn't rise the way I'm accustomed to cakes rising.

Along with the two cakes, my sister made banana pudding--another of my brother's favorites that my mother always made for him (and I don't make because bananas are something I can stand in only small doses). And he finally got his chocolate bread pudding (which I overcooked, but it was still good).

My family's all safely back in their homes now, and for Craft Night, I decided to try the Betty Crocker gluten-free chocolate cake mix. Everyone thought it tasted good, but again, it didn't rise very much. If any of you use this mix and know a secret for getting fluffier cake, let me know.

Tom asked if the Craft Night cake was for a special occasion, and I said no. But of course, as I mentioned earlier, March 4 is my mother's birthday. And it was kind of cool to realize, as I sat around the table with Tom, Lindsey, Rhonda, and Kathy, while we drank coffee and had cake and ice cream, that we were all together with my mother on her last birthday, when we took chocolate cupcakes to her hospice room.

Photo by Lindsey

I figure it's time to mention again how much I love my family and friends, who are here with me through the fun times and the sad ones. You're all great.

A day of peace

March 4th, 2011 (01:15 pm)

On Facebook, a young man--possibly a high school student--created "A Day of Peace" for March 4. So far, 1.7 million Facebook members have agreed to try to make today as peaceful as possible in their lives.

Nothing wrong with giving peace a chance.

If my mother were alive, she'd be celebrating her eighty-fifth birthday today. It's also Timmy's birthday--though he's much younger than 85. In fact, in Aries World, I believe he's 24. It's also rain_wolfe's birthday.

I wish them happy birthdays, and I wish for all of you a peaceful day in which we treat one another well.

Now I plan to do the most granola thing I can think of: go to Whole Foods. Of course, I'm only buying for the dogs. They get the best treatment on The Compound.


March 3rd, 2011 (01:57 pm)

Siblings being silly. He thinks he's clever because she's all unaware. Guess who else is unaware?

Thanks, Geri, for this photo!

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