
YUM!

HR and my Sunday Roast (on Tuesday night), with potatoes, carrots, onions and mushrooms for supper. (I like the word “supper” so much better than “dinner.”)






May you find incredible joy in food.

YUM!

HR and my Sunday Roast (on Tuesday night), with potatoes, carrots, onions and mushrooms for supper. (I like the word “supper” so much better than “dinner.”)






May you find incredible joy in food.
An occasional blog post category highlighting what I consider to be … cute.
All the “Little Free Libraries” I keep discovering.
Like this one at Seminole State Park in Donalsonville, GA (which Robert and I visited recently).

And where I found this very cool coffee table-ish book.

As frustrating as it is to me, and as disappointing that I’m sure it is to you, I will probably never be a saint.
Here’s HR and a Little Library at nearby Lake Mayer, where we often walk.

Do you have the Little Free Libraries in your area?

Marveling at the unexpected beauty and little surprise of joy from looking down and spotting another one of Mother Nature’s children.



For some reason, we are having a bit of a “cold spell” here in Savannah, which is quite unusual for this late in May.
TIB (Truth in Blogging): Frigid for us is anything under 60 degrees. Right now …

It has also been raining all day.
Sidebar: I’ve kept a gratitude journal for eons now. This morning’s additions …

So, when trying to decide what to have for supper, it hit me …
GRATITUDE-INSPIRED THANKSGIVING SIDES!

Thus, using whatever ingredients I had on hand, I decided on Green Bean Casserole and Sweet Potato Casserole. Two classics, right?
I got to work.



Oh my goodness. The deliciousness of fall in spring.




A Joyful May of Thanksgiving to You!



My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Yummy little pre-Memorial Day hot dogs at nearby and hip Sly’s Sliders and Fries.


2. After years of living and walking in Savannah’s historic district, still discovering neat little gardens and courtyards hidden behind old brick walls and wrought iron gates.



3. Eyesight. And my new glasses which allow my seeing.

4. Attending grandchildren’s end-of-school-year honors ceremonies.



5. The power of a pickle!

Have you tried this brand?

Oh my GOODness!
May you dive into a pickle-worthy weekend ahead!

A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
So the other morning, I was finishing up HR’s yummy breakfast of local country ham, soft-scrambled eggs (one of his specialties—I don’t like hard scrambled!) and black raspberry-covered toast …

… when, Lo and Behold, I looked down and saw him :

But who is he? A character from Finding Nemo or The Little mermaid? Or what?
“Hello”

Marveling at our weekend discovery.
So HR and I were standing in line at the grocery checkout, minding our own business, when something caught our attention in the cart belonging to the lady in front of us. It contained a colorfully wrapped loaf of bread (we surmised) that we had never seen or heard of before.
Robert, braver and friendlier than me in starting up convos with perfect strangers, scooted a little closer to her cart and asked, “Excuse me, ma’am, but could you tell me what that is?” pointing to the red, white and blue package.

She was delightful (which is so much better than screaming for store security), explaining that “THIS is the most DELICIOUS Puerto Rican bread! I grew up eating it.” Soft and sweet on the inside and slightly crunchy on the outside. Perfect for morning toast, or sandwiches or anything else.
We became fast friends. And chatted till she finished paying and left us. We felt lonely.
So we hightailed it over to the bakery. And were DEVASTATED when we were told that the Puerto Rican bread had sold out for the day! “It sells out early.”
We somehow made it through the rest of the long day and night, and were back in the bakery section the next morning.
Recognizing us from our pitiful disappointment of the day before, the young lady behind the bakery counter told us apologetically that the Puerto Rican bread had just come out of the oven and it would be about 30 minutes before she could package it.
Fake-smiling, we went back out to the car where I read to Robert for thirty minutes (we’re on our 165th book together!), then rushed back in and claimed our prize.

We had it last night with HR’s scrumptious New York strip …

And then again this morning with leftover ham, egg and rhubarb/strawberry jam …


We LOVE our delicious new discovery!