Tuesday, January 24, 2017
"May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face. May the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, May the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand. "
This is dedicated to the passing of another great person who is part of the Lynch family. "Uncle Donald Moran" went to be with the Lord yesterday. I am sure he was greeted with a huge bunch of family that has gone on before us. May he find eternal rest and may his family here on earth, remember him always. May they find peace and comfort in the knowledge that we all be together again one day.
Please pray for my husbands family as they deal with the passing of a grand old soul.
Rest In Peace Always...
My mom, made this all the time, right up there with oatmeal, egg on toast, half boiled egg with toast in cup. She was so creative and would try almost anything. She would go to restaurants and try something and then come home and duplicate it. I guess probably because there were so many of us. I thinking cooking was really her gift to us.
This was called Milk Toast. I would list ingredients, but it is just too simple.
Take a measuring cup and pour 2 cups of milk (nuke 3 minutes - very hot)
Add 4 pieces of white toast ( white just keeps any other texture, tastes funny)
Butter, margarine to taste ( i like it till i see the melted butter )
Salt and pepper to taste (the more the better for me, if I have a cold I use more pepper.)
Stir together and eat while hot.
So if you try it, maybe go on the small end, might not be your cup of tea. I wanted to post this recipe just so it could be documented and when people go searching old recipes, it will live on, in the Internet.
Remember " keep it simple"
Life is really just that simple
Waking up on Thanksgiving morning or Christmas morning in our house is just as exciting as the full dinner meal. We make a special Sausage dressing, passed down through my family and my husbands. I truly make about 10 gallon bags of the stuff. The recipe is in another post in my blog.
My mother in law used to stuff her turkey and the part that everyone liked was sticking out and crispy and crunchy. She would catch everyone sneaking a pieces. So she came up with one of the most delicious ways to satisfy everyone and in our house it is a tradition.
With you already cooked stuffing, create small patties, place in a pan with butter, now squoosh patties down so you get some great surface crunch. Flip and make the other side tasty. Put that on a plate and cook up two or three, old runny eggs. I promise you it is a treat. Season it and have at it. The kids make toast too and dip first. Either way it is a great way to eat a hearty breakfast for the holiday. Then of course back to a nap.
The holidays are to indulge.
Life really is that simple
I came from a large family and I find that sometimes the stuff we ate growing up, kinda stick with you. You know the really odd stuff and you wonder..hmmmm do other people eat that? You almost kinda wanna share so people can see into your world, or maybe even try it and experience something new.
Now we know SPAM has always been a shelf stable family thing, in my house. I think it is because it was just so there, so compact, so easy.
One of my mom's favorite was to make it was to fry it and then place it on two pieces of white bread (now this bread has to be white and squooshy, really fresh) You know, we all like that. Sunbeam is actually what I buy just for this and peanut butter and jelly. The only way to go.
She would place these two little slices that have been fried on the white bread, place dill pickle chips on it, and then slather the other piece with mayo. Put together and it is heaven.
The warmness of the spam against the cold pickle and the cream mayo. mmmmmmmm
Need I go on..
Try it, you will maybe like it????
It really is the simple things...
What a great way to use up left over turkey.
When I was growing up my mom, seemed to always take that leftover turkey and make such wonderful meals. This was just always one of my favorites. I think it is the way the green pepper really compliments the turkey. Kinda gives it such a fresh new taste.
Alice J Watson's Cream of Turkey on Toast
2 cups of left over turkey, dark or white, chunked up, picked
1 green pepper (diced into bite size pieces)
3 tbls of flour
2 tbls butter
1 cup of milk
toast to put it on
1) In a pan melt your butter, and add your green pepper until slightly tender.
2) Remove pepper from the pan and then add the flour, mix around a bit until the butter has absorbed the flour and it has cooked slightly (this is a roux)
3) Add in the milk and slowly stir, letting it thicken a bit. (if you have issues thickening, turn up the heat a bit.
4) Add in the leftover turkey and green pepper. Stir until warm and gravy like.
5) Pour this over two pieces of toast.
6) Season with salt and pepper.
I could just sit back and enjoy this, and think of those days, when my mom was feeding 6 of us. She never wasted and always stretched that food budget. I always enjoy sharing her gifts that she left with me.
So enjoy and let me know.
As always, It is just the simple things.
Sunday, August 7, 2016
I wonder sometimes if you dreams are a way of letting go and excepting things, making it just a bit easier. Today I dreamed about Brooklyn. I know she has been missing and on my mind constantly for the last week, but this time it was a little different.
I dreamed I was back home in my tiny house on Lee Street. My mother kept the cat litter boxes behind the old foot tub, enough room for two boxes. I see my self finding Brooklyn laying on the floor near the boxes in my moms bathroom. My mother is there and she is watching me pick her up. I am so happy to see her, yet sad, because she was laying out like she was broken somewhere, and she was crying for me. I pick her up and it stops, and she clings to me, like she always did, I try putting her down, but she won't let me. The dream finishes with me laying her down to rest..
Maybe this was my dream telling me she was okay, and with my Mother in heaven. Or maybe not even that deep, maybe putting her down and leaving her there, was a sigh for me to let it go..
So I am letting go, the stages of mourning..
Tomorrow is the first day of School here in GA and my Paddy is in 2nd grade. Wow, time flies. Our goal for this year is to learn, get organized and be good. Hey that works for me. My Thomas is second year college, he is going to change his Associated to Biology and if he makes the 2 yr.. then he will go on. He wants to work in a zoo or an animal preserve. My Elizabeth is still a wonderful math teacher. She is such a go getter and is involved in all kinds of stuff at school. Do it while you are young.
My husband still works hard and brings home the bacon.
Me, I am slowly getting up and walking, some days are hard, some are like I have just a limp. I use the pool alot for therapy, but now I am trying to find a routine to transition onto dry land, cause the pool stop usually end of September. I am trying to loss this extra 150 lbs that I accumulated being stuck on my hiney for days on end. I know it is a great big thing to do, but I am going to do it day by day. I believe even the smallest change is an improvement and we will get there.
I guess I will stop here, and I gotta get my self out to the pool, the direct sun , has left the pool and I can go out without burning my skin, although I do have a beautiful tan. It was 96 here today with a real feel of 120.
Shew can we say..we have slothed all day..(layed around)
Have a beautiful end of the weekend.. Will try to hit this again a few days a week. I forgot how much I loved to share and write. Pain, really masks true feeling and motivation.
Remember It really is the simple things..
Saturday, August 6, 2016
What a beauty. What a kind, sweet, loving hearted cat. Brooklyn She was so little when we got her, I was so really afraid she wouldn't make it with our two big old dogs. I was so wrong. From the minute her little self came, my River (my lab) layed down and let her lay between her long front legs. I really actually think she thought River was her mother.
My River passed the summer of 2015 and the world just stood still. She had been with us since a baby and she was almost 17 years old. That is a long time. When she passed the other animals were just lost, as we were.
This summer, actually a week ago, our Brooklyn, strayed off and has yet to return. I really cant imagine her going far. She just always stayed in the yard, but I guess since River passed, she got braver and ventured out further.
I have spent a week, just in a funk, we have checked, looked, called just about everyone and everything. I just don't know.
I am praying that if she is gone (passed) then I pray God takes her over the bridge and I sleep with the thoughts of what a great gift she has been.
If someone has her then I guess, I need to be faithful and hope that she has found a forever home. And maybe we were to train this beautiful animal to be for someone else. Someone who needed her. Because we really can't ever fathom Gods Plans.
And though my heart breaks, I can only pray that God finds the mercy to bring us peace and comfort.
I just thought I would write a little about her, it just seems that when you share the pain, it becomes smaller and sometimes, just posting it, kinda immortalizes her.
So I bid you sweet goodbyes....my sweet, baby Brooklyn...