My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Savannah Wisteria in March.
2. A yummy breakfast of candied sweet potatoes, fresh cut pineapple and market style bacon.
3. More Savannah beauties.
4. My Sweet and Spicy Shrimp Pineapple Boats with Thai Chili Sauce from the other night.
5. The belief that our bodies know how to be well and are always trying to move toward wellness.
May you have a Healthy Weekend ahead!
So last year, Robert and I joined Georgia’s uber-cool Farm Passport Program.
“The Farm Passport is your guide to discover Georgia, support local farms and experience fresh food. Grab your passport and let it guide you across the state to see the diversity of agriculture Georgia offers.
The Farm Passport features over 90 farms included in Georgia Farm Bureau’s Certified Farm Markets program, which was created to help people discover where their food comes from, meet the farm families who grew the food, and create lasting memories with loved ones as they travel the state.” Farm Bureau, GA
We had a blast and visited 22 Georgia Farms.
Last weekend we made a little trip to Macon to pick up our prizes and to explore old town Macon a bit.
Here I am with one of the leaders of the Passport Program.
And look! Here I am with HR and our nifty new Farm Traveler T-shirts. (After all, remember, it’s T-shirt Tuesday.)
And here are a few images from our time in Macon, which by the way is (was?) my birthplace.
The cool ceiling of our Airbnb …
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!
So last night HR found some highfalutin (Is that how you spell that word?) recipe for fancy (i.e. gay) shrimp cocktail sauce. It involved limoncello, vodka, and my newly discovered, INCREDIBLE recipe for homemade cocktail sauce.
He also used the limoncello for a fancy (see a trend here?) blood orange cocktail.
I’m not sure what he’s doing below, but maybe an inverted version of the downward shrimp? Your guess is as good as mine.
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.
“PEACE”
Yet the Evil Right, led by extremists such as House Speaker Mike Johnson, wants to eradicate this Peaceful Joy.
May their anti-God, anti-democracy, anti-patriot, anti-freedom, anti-human voice be silenced.
So that we can rest, for a while, in the Sheep Meadow.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. HR and I live in Savannah’s Historic District just off Washington Square (Savannah has 22), a few blocks from the mighty river.
This past Saturday, our square and ward held our 7th Annual Bathrobe Brunch. In memory of a local Washington Square resident who would wear his bathrobe out in the square, sit at a particular bench and work on his day’s business pursuits.
We wear our PJ’s and bathrobes, bring brunch treats and socialize up a storm.
Robert and I (well, I) chose a mismatched Halloween theme this year.
SUCH SAVANNAH FUN!
2. And later the same day, enjoying the Savannah Pride Festival.
3. Shoes! Aren’t they wonderful?! You don’t have to go barefooted. Do you own any?
4. Grandson Daniel winning the Best Actor award at last weekend’s South Georgia regional one-act play competition for his role as Peter in “Peter and the Star Catcher.”
(Not that I’m a proud grandad or anything.)
5. This very cool autumnal season.
Happy Last Weekend in October!
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Fall with HR.
2. My eyeglasses. WHAT would I do without them?!
3. Big pretzels.
4. Roses. White-ish.
5. Our breath. Each second. Each second. Each second.
May you breathe easily this weekend.
NealEnJoy 