My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. HR’s beautifully delicious fresh Veggie Fajitas.
YUM!
2. Voting!
3. The privilege of waking up each morning. (Everybody doesn’t.)
4. Narcissus. Now! Now?
5. The sky!
Look up this Weekend!
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. HR cavorting around in local bamboo.
2. This incredible salad from the other day. Do you know the joy of salad?!
3. Grandson Gabriel being a standout in the regional basketball championship for eighth graders here in Savannah.
And here he is continuing to hog the trophy.
(FYI: I yelled and clapped far too inappropriately loud at times.)
4. Having at least a dozen reasons to smile everyday! (What have you smiled about today?)
5. Savannah’s Perfectly Pretty in Pink February!
Okay, maybe I have more than five Happy Bringers this Friday …
6. Beautiful morning coffee and breakfast burrito at nearby cool and hip Origin Coffee Bar. (Because of course I know what is cool and hip.)
7. This animal-looking stump thingy Robert and I saw on our Fort Pulaski/Cockspur Island hike the other day.
I sorta wanted to hug him.
Weekend hugs to you!
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Our seasonally inappropriate yet longevity-embracing pumpkin from last fall … who simply refuses to give up the ghost.
2. Like they have done in winters past, someone “decorates” our Washington Square with newly fallen camellia blooms.
3. Our incredible digestive systems, which take the food we eat and voila! gives us energy and health. Thank you, Tummy.
4. I try to keep roses around as long as possible. Why wouldn’t you?! Here’s a reiteration (is that a word?) of some white beauties that Robert gave me on Valentine’s Day.
5. R and R. (Robert and Red.)
May this weekend bring you an extravagance of Joy.
So recently, Robert concocted some fancy-smancy recipe that required buttermilk. He only used a little of the quart container, so frugal that I am, I had to come up with some way to use the rest. “We CANNOT waste $2.19!!!”
And then it hit me… Buttermilk pie! Like my mama and grandma used to make.
According to mycountrytable.com, “Buttermilk Pie is believed to have originated during the depression. This was during a time when some ingredients were either scarce or too expensive, leaving home cooks to make do with whatever they had in their pantry. Home cooks found a way to make a pie with few ingredients out of desperation, hence the name, desperation pies.”
“Several pies originated during the depression out of pure necessity. These pies were all classified as desperation, depression, or make-do pies. Some of them include Buttermilk, Vinegar, Shoofly, Chess, Sugar Cream, Oatmeal, Mock Apple, Mock Mincemeat, Green Tomato, and even Water Pie.”
So, what is buttermilk?
“Traditional buttermilk is a thin, cloudy, slightly tart but buttery-tasting liquid that’s left after cream is churned to make butter. These days, however, it is more commonly sold as a thick liquid produced commercially by adding an acidifying bacteria – and sometimes flavouring and thickening agents – to milk.” bbcgoodfood.com
I went to work.
Not having the patience or the intelligence to actually make a homemade crust, I ran to the grocery store and bought a deep dish frozen piecrust.
Put all the ingredients together (in five minutes!) and voilà!
It was a nostalgically delicious taste of past family culinary lore.
And Robert had never had buttermilk pie before. So it was extra special.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Robert’s yummy Kale and Egg Breakfast Soufflé.
2. This terrific little book HR and I recently finished.
It beautifully illustrates “trans, nonbinary and gender expansive” individuals who have made/continue to make a positive and healthy difference in our world.
3. Fallen beauty.
4. Friday morning at 7:36, in my pj’s and robe, lazily blogging on the couch. (Hey, I’m retired.)
5. Strolling down an alley near us and seeing a downtown (Savannah) neighbor getting a head start on Spring and Easter.
I seem to have some sort of Pink Theme going on this Friday.
So may you be Tickled Pink at least one time this weekend.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. My steaming Ham Bone Pinto Soup from leftover holiday ham.
2. The ability to Breathe. To Simply Breathe.
I believe that breathing is the greatest and continual joy of being alive.
3. My preference for blurry pictures of myself as I get older.
4. This incredible warm spell we’re having here in Savannah.
We slept with open windows last night! In January.
5. The joy of the forest.
May your weekend be a lush forest of that which you consider good.
So Robert and I live in beautiful Historic District Savannah …
… about 20 minutes from Tybee Island …
… and the Atlantic Ocean.
Living near the coast is terrific.
But it does get on my nerves a teeny tiny bit that “Coastal” is incorporated into SO many businesses, organizations, etc. here.
My dermatologist is Coastal Dermatology.
My dentist is Coastal Dentistry.
My chiropractor is Coastal Chiropractic
Even my daughter Amy owns a local health care company called COASTAL Care Partners, for goodness sake!
https://www.coastalcarepartners.com
And she has a dog named (of course) Coastal.
Who may or may not be gay.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. A beautiful Martin Luther King Day parade here in Savannah.
2. Truth:
3. Grandson Gabriel’s soaring pink basketball shoes.
4. The incredible luxury of owning a car! Which like many (most?) things I usually take for granted.
Here’s ours …
Kidding.
Here it is …
(With Robert texting or something in his skinny jeans.)
Ours may be little and a bit shy, but she takes us from Point A to Point B. And even sometimes from Point A to Point Z!
5. You in all your You-ness.
May You and your You-ness find Warmth and a measure of Joy this weekend.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. January’s camellias here in Savannah.
2. I know I have expressed gratitude about this before, but isn’t it just such an incredible luxury to have Hot and Cold Running Water?!
3. This little fellow I met yesterday.
We chatted for a while. And he posed for a pic.
4. Simple sidewalk beauty.
5. A little bit of Christmas simply refusing to go away.
May weekend beauty find you.
NealEnJoy 