In the living room at Mark and Erika’s house, Saturday of Easter weekend.
I pulled the iPhone out of my pocket. QUICK
The four males engaged with their devices or book. Oblivious to me.
Erika’s dad- Donald, grandsons Michael and Jack and my son Mark on the right. Pap’s birthday. April 19th.
I love this photo of the four them.
-or save them first and then heave them after they get a bit furry in the fridge.
Or eat them cause you feel it a duty, but not enjoy them wholeheartedly?
How do you feel about leftovers? Does it depend on the type of food saved?
Today as I drove home after school, I thought about the spaghetti sauce in the fridge and although freshly made pasta is preferable, warming up a bowl of leftovers with hot sauce poured over top was incredibly satisfying.
A little fresh grated cheese. Mmmm. Eating my way through winter…………..
Didn’t have to start a meal from scratch and it was a relief to know it was there waiting on a shelf in the refrigerator. I looked forward to eating it again.
I thought the spaghetti sauce tasted even better today.
Some people don’t enjoy leftovers or being served leftovers for supper.
And true, certain dishes are better than others in the leftover department. Chili seems to improve, the flavors marry as they say.
I know I have wrapped things up and put them away or I have saved food in a little plastic container and forgotten all about it and then when I unearth it, it’s inedible and needs to be pitched. Storing in clear glass is key to seeing what is there to eat.
Does gender make a difference in leftover preference? Do you have a limit as to how long you will keep a dish?
When I did some research on leftovers I found an article about how Americans waste about twenty pounds of food each month. Yikes, that seems like a lot and is a disgusting statistic. So wasteful.
Growing up you were encouraged to consume everything and clean your plate. My mother had a book as a child The Sunny/ Sulky Book and one of the naughty kids (the book could be turned upside down to read about the good children) always took more on his plate than he could eat. One night he was visited by a Fairy-Eat-It-All in a dream and given a spoon to consume the mountain of food he had wasted. Eyes bigger than his stomach situation I guess.
A moral tale.
One time I posted how to revive a piece of leftover cake
A few years ago this Mary statue was a curbside alert through the neighborhood listserve so I walked up to Winterton St. to save her from the trash.
She was peeling paint and looking a bit worn. Somehow it didn’t seem right to have her picked up by the garbage truck. So I put her in my side “garden” and called her Our Lady of the Weeds (due to my lack of gardening effort)
About the same time I hired a friend of a friend to come and do some master gardening, get rid of the weeds, plant something decent. And the skilled gardener took the Mary statue home with her and she was gone a couple of months. The gardener is an excellent puppeteer and brightened up the statue with new paint. In fact, when she was returned it took awhile to get used to her brightness and revitalization.
Then my neighbor restored the bird bath bowl my father gave me when I bought the house.
One day I came home and the Mary statue was perched in the now repaired bird bath.
It’s been a team effort to get me spiffed up around here.
This Spring I’ll take a new photo with the plantings and green surrounding her.
A sunrise – a perfect beginning.
A baby, just born.
The first page of the dictionary.
The first page of the new calendar.
Once you start, more come to mind.
Beginning= possibility? A new start.
I did not search the archives for beginnings but put the iPhone to use at breakfast-
My Saturday morning.
Here’s the beginning -
The special English muffins a surprise in the Christmas mail from Ben and Susan, thanks
A newly sharpened pencil ready to begin……
a journal entry, a letter, a poem, a novel, a list-
Begin with a single match…………..
Have you chosen a word for this year’s theme yet? Mine is gratitude.
This afternoon I drove home alone to Pittsburgh after a nice vacation in Ohio with my family. Two hundred miles can feel long and lonesome after all the activity with the family. If you’ve been following along you saw that the girls and I went to Laura and James and had a nice New Year’s Day celebration with the rest of the family.
On my way home I spoke with my dear friend J in Omaha. She told me about hostess gifts she passed out to her Fondue Party guests on New Year’s Eve. Here is what she gave them ( a semi-guest blog, J?)
Picture a quart Mason Jar (thanks John Landis Mason 1832-1902) wrapped with a fancy bow.
Inside J put a paper with instructions.
Starting January first. write good things down on little pieces of paper and put them into the jar. Could be a goal accomplished, something good, a happy moment, a thought. Then on Dec 31st, 2014, reread all the good things you wrote on all the little pieces of paper that you deposited throughout the year.
Right now this jar in my kitchen is filled with homemade Chex Mix (thanks Laura)
But starting when it’s empty, we’re going to fill it with good notes. Lots of them. Kind of like Three Daily Delights by my number one commenter this year, Stef.
Thanks for the good idea J. It’s a wonderful way to start a new year.
And a p.s. from J this morning A photo of her gratitude jars all lined up plus the original instructions from her niece.
One more dog post. There’s been a lot of dogs watching TV on my blog this season. And it’s been kids and dogs while I’m on vacation which is fast coming to a close.
We’ve all missed Murphy, the gentleman Airedale, who passed last Spring. Such a well mannered fellow, and loved dearly.
Erika keeps asking me when I am going to knit Henry a sweater.
He’s still a pup, exuberant and finding his place in the pack, making his way into our hearts with his humorous antics. He’s trying to figure things out.
He certainly likes being with his family where the activity is happening. And did he ever relish his new bone. (Laura asked if it came from a Wooly Mammoth.)
The handy iPhone camera, pulled out of a pocket. catches a moment without my leaving the family room seat or putting down my knitting.
There will be tomorrow to speak of the last post of the old year, bring in the new year- making resolutions or not.
Hmmmmm I wonder if I could bury this outside.
Please let me out with this giant bone.
And Henry eyes Maura’s horse
And then eyes me!
A p.s. to today’s blog
Henry’s breakfast Time for grandma to go home
Okay, it’s not good for you. I know it! Beanie Weenies.
Here’s the recipe. Cut a package of hot dogs like coins.
Throw in pan and turn up the gas flame.
Open can of beans
and pour over sizzling “meat”.
Simmer and serve.
Buttered toast on the side optional.
Yep, it’s dark outside, every day getting shorter and shorter and the winter looms. (actually today felt like Spring so let me think of a different excuse)
It’s easy. You have it in the house and don’t have to go to the store.
And you have a taste for something simple that isn’t good for you. It’s on your mind.
My friend said you can go through a lot, getting to what you wanted in the first place.
Make it, eat it, be aware it isn’t a healthy choice.
My vegan, veg, Paleo, Primal, non-processed food, gourmet bloggers, and real- food conscious friends and family will have to avert their eyes today.
I think it is the lighting from the range hood that gives it the unreal color cast. I hope.
Steve was driving in quite a few of these and the others I pulled over. Can you tell which are shot with the Canon 5D and which are shot with the iPhone?
I’d gotten home from school, opened the door, put my school bag down. When I went back to close the door, there was this face- asking. Asking to eat! This is one of the two feral cats who were my neighbor’s kittens, one of the two we were able to capture and release after having them neutered and given a rabies shot at Animal Rescue League- four years ago now.
Remember my neighbor Ann P. had a clutter, clowder, pounce of cats. I had to look that up as I was thinking “colony” not herd or gaggle. (click here to see what other animal groups are named under collectives.) Ann P (90+) passed away and we were able to get two of the four young cats taken care of and those two are still coming around. Don’t know what happened to the other two.
This one has a particularly expressive face. (iPhone shot) I call it Long Tail. The other one has no tail and I call it Bunny Boy but granddaughter Anna calls him Bob which works as he was born without a tail.
New York City street shot from when I visited my sister last June.
I was photographing people engaged with their technology- they weren’t paying any attention to me or my camera I think this woman was trying to get into the shade a bit to see her phone screen, reduce the glare.
Thoughts on style…………decorating, home, fashion, hair, writing-
What’s in style these days?
Have you ever been out of style?
Did you ever cramp anyone’s style?
Do you know anyone whose style is stuck in another decade? or maybe their style is making a comeback?
Who decides what’s in style or out of style?
What is your style?
After school, I was sitting on the sofa, sipping a cup of tea
The sun must have come from behind a cloud as all of a sudden the photograph on the wall lit up!
(Okanogan WA- After the Wedding)
Captured with the iPhone
Happy Birthday to you, Laura.
James sure planned a wonderful surprise for you.
Enjoy your actual birthday today and relive the fun we had on Saturday by looking at the photos.
Love you, Ma
p.s. I wish I had someone take a photo of us together! Next time.
the last present HER BROTHER’S GIFT……………………..
Anna holds the wedding shower ribbon bouquet that was under the glass dome cake holder. How did that tradition get started?
Michael studies Laura’s state of Florida magnet to find the city where he was born (Tampa)
James and his sister Kim and Mom Sharon
Summer vacation’s a wonderful break from the school year.
Have to report back to school two weeks from tomorrow 8-20.
It’s difficult to see summer come to a close. Even the weather seems tinged with fall.
Trying to keep the blog in “real time” and needed a Pittsburgh photo to post tonight. I shot this when Steve and I went on the Ducky Tour.
The Pirates are playing the Marlins at PNC Park tomorrow night. And tickets are in hot demand these days! GO BUCS!
This mannequin sports PIRATES ink. I’d never seen a tattooed mannequin before this one. Shot through the store window at Station Square.
What do you find in your dryer lint? I asked- early June – in a blog post
Here is another one for the series. My family’s lint seems more interesting than mine at home.
Another photo essay today. An iPhone essay.
My friend J sent a huge styrofoam chest filled with fancy steaks, filets, chicken breasts, some gourmet franks and burgers, too. It arrived today.
Going to be a birthday grill out but Mark’s mind started thinking……… memories of science class?
Mark carried the package to the basement. We put the food in the upright freezer and then he proceeded to entertain and teach the four kids about the properties of dry ice and how it could be used for special effects on stage or movies. He was careful and warned them about how you couldn’t touch it and why it was doing what it did as he poured water of different temperatures onto it. It was quite a show and much appreciated by all.
Well, Maura(4) hung back. Said she didn’t like it.
Solid Carbon Dioxide- dry ice
Thanks Joanne for the lovely present. Who knew the packing material to preserve the food inside would become a blog today!
All the precautions on the bag. I am sure most people just dispose of it. But maybe not.
My son Mark, my grandson Jack and Henry the 3 month old Airedale Terrier, not paying any attention to me.
Reviews of the book The Art of Raising a Puppy by the Monks of New Skete click here. Mark and Erika did a beautiful job training Murphy.
Ooops Jack jumped off and Henry noticed me.
Several ideas came to mind but I’m posting a single shot of the fleeting sunlight on the curtain in my living room today.
Under a cloud, the sun shifts – it’s gone.
A couple of years ago I was going to photograph junk drawers. It looks like it has already been done on the google search. There are some incredible junk drawers in the image search already.
There’s even an article about Make Over Your Junk Drawer from overwhelmed to organized
My DIL Erika consented that I could blog hers but that was awhile back so hope she is still in agreement.
After all, this is probably the kind of situation that gives a MIL a bad name.
I blogged my own junk on my old Keep or Pitch blog but never proceeded with the project.
I’m thinking about returning to the project, even though there are a lot of photos out there already.
Just read an article about self-assignment for your photography practice and I was thinking about some of the ideas I’ve been considering.
One thing, no two junk drawers would be the same.
So you do keep a junk drawer in your home? Maybe readers could send photos of their own junk drawers and we could have a collection of photos from around the world. Maybe they are only in the USA.
If I came to photograph it, would you keep it “as is” or feel compelled to tidy it up first?
Just thinking about junk drawers. Cleaning up. Being tidy. Wondering how little pieces gather in a spot, collect.
If you followed my Keep or Pitch blog,you’ve seen these already. Seems only fair to post some of my own accumulated junk.
no room for a junk drawer? A little copper dish will do.
How do you feel about spiders?
Found under the kids’ sandbox when cleaned out on Sunday. Not sure if it is a biting spider or not. I had no idea there were so many types of spiders in the world.
Looked at some photos online but started to feel confused. Hope someone can tell what kind of a spider he is and if we should worry he is making his home underneath the sandbox.
Anyone have a clue?
I remember reading the kids a book when they were little -Be Nice To Spiders.
The Weekly Challenge is My Neighborhood. But I am not in my neighborhood today.
The only available photo of my neighborhood is a snow filled park with the benches piled high with snow. I figure I’ll wait until I get back home.
I saw the sun streaming into the window over the door and the backlit St. Michael the Archangel statue along with the deep blue sky and fluffy clouds. (more…)
Taken with the iPhone. Through my dirty windshield. I was at the end of Birmingham Bridge ready to go up the hill onto Kirkpatrick Street to Centre.
Not ideal conditions but there were those four fireplace openings staring at me as I sat and watched the cars come down Kirkpatrick Street.
Different from my daily route, it was my old route from last year’s school but I’d gotten my hair cut on Carson Street and was headed home.
You might remember Jurassic Pittsburgh from April 2012 if you ‘ve been following for awhile. I took that shot of the dinosaur-like demolition machine on the way to my former school. Added it here at the end cause who has time to back and look. But this is the result of the demolition.
Below are the photos from April 2012 that I took on the way to my former school.
When we gathered in to Aunt Linda’s and Uncle Frank’s to mourn the passing of Aunt Theresa, there was lots of food to share and it kept pouring in from generous neighbors and friends and relatives.
Anna’s other Grandma, Marlene, sister of Aunt Theresa, Aunt Linda and Aunt Georgeann wanted to acknowledge the excitement and accomplishment of Anna(9) qualifying to swim Freestyle and Breaststroke in the Junior Olympics in Ohio next weekend. Marlene bought a cake- a 3 pound 12 ounce cake! (We read the label, didn’t we Aunt Linda?)
Because the occasion was the gathering in and remembering Theresa who had passed, I never took my camera out of the car.
It didn’t seem like a time to take photos. But of course when the cake came out and Marlene was videoing our singing Happy Junior Olympics to you, I felt compelled to take a photo and slipped out the trusty old iPhone and took one shot. This is it. Of course we are so proud of Anna. On the left standing up and smiling is her Mom, Erika. And cousin Shannon, in the red on the right was very gracious. Lots of love and affection over this past week.
Here are two views of the grandchildren watching”the box” while sitting in a box. A portion of one was in the Lost in the Details yesterday.
Thanks to a wonderful fellow blogger, S – Another Day in Paradise – who wrote this comment on yesterday’s Weekly Photo Challenge and inspired today’s post. ( she is originally from England, now South Africa and Florida)
*“Wonderful selection of photos, Ruth. I absolutely love the “Watching TV in a box.” In England, the TV is often called “The box,” so you could have titled it “Watching the box in a box.”