21 Aug
More of Favorite Fridays!!
Kitchen Stuff!
I get a big kick when I see some
old familiar items. Long before
the blenders and food processors.
This was a major item. It’s a chopper.
At the bottom of the jar is a round
wooden disk. You can chop your
garlic, onions, eggs. Whatever
pleases you.
Refrigerators used to come with their own butter
dish. It [...]
6 Apr
It’s been quite a few years since we’ve had a Home Opener, at Fenway. I can’t explain the
excitement, the energy, the electricity that flows through all New England on this day. Eyes are
on Yawkey Way. Opening Day is one thing, that’s the official start of spring and an exciting summer. A Home Opening Day is like [...]
16 Mar
If you look up you’ll see that I’m (making a mess hahaha). I’m putting
recipe techniques on seperate pages. That way you won’t have to scroll
to find the creamed onions or this recipe. I’m only going to do my own.
It wouldn’t be right to take the banana bread or blueberry bread and
publish where someone else developed [...]
7 Mar
This is too beautiful not to post. I took the article from the Boston Globe. ABC’s Charlie Gibson did a segment on it last night.
God Love the Hard Hats.
http://www.boston.com/news/local/massachusetts/articles/2009/02/21/steeling_their_courage/
Steeling their courage
Ironworkers at Dana-Farber resume a beloved ritual, providing moments of joy for young cancer patients
By Michael Levenson, Globe Staff | February 21, 2009
Eighteen-month-old Kristen Hoenshell [...]
4 Mar
Yesterday morning I looked out the upstairs window, and of course
we’re covered in snow.
I heard a noise, which is odd because I can’t get out the driveway. Which means
no one can come down it either.
And LOOK who came to save me.
The plow and sander, YIPPEE
Unless you go through it. There is no happier feeling than [...]
23 Jan
These are some pictures of our January.
.These are the feeders, pictures taken from the kitchen windows..
.
More from the kitchen window!
This is the window view from my computer
.
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This is our little pond. Our dogs always considered it
their own private swimming hole. Which was nice except
when you were expecting a house full of company.
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from the front door, the [...]
20 Jan
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Longfellow
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