once upon a time, long ago....

the snow melted and we're back to normal mid-april weather in michigan. big storms heading our way tonight.

over dinner i told r that on may 9, 1923 michigan received 6 inches of snow. (my point being that we could potentially get quite a bit of snow that late in the season) r says, "how did you remember that?" oh lordy. i don't remember that--as i wasn't born....but i did see it on the news earlier in the day.

that reminds me of when b was a wee-little and asked my mom if there were trees when she was a kid.

man, i love those moments. i love when funny things come out of people's mouths. whether, on accident or *by purpose*--another one of b's sayings from when he was small.

makes me wish i had wrote down all those funny moments--to relive them again and again.

are there stories in your family that you all tell again and again? i'd love to hear them. i'm a new audience.

nobody in my family wants to hear the story of how i was almost killed by a trout.... again. it's a good story. i am the hero. my family are all the bad guys. maybe that's why nobody wants to go over that one again. ;)


love and light and good stories
deborah

savor

red and i ate our way through a long weekend--a weekend that was just the two of us. and a lot of food.

i'm sick about it....now. a little late, i know.

it was a lot of eating. it was all good. very good. scrummy good.

we had sushi and aglio e aioli, general tso's chicken, veggie pizza and bread pudding. not all at once. that would have been ridiculous.

the aglio e aioli at the french laundry was a.ma.zing. it's an italian spaghetti with olive oil, garlic, italian sausage, capers, white wine, tomatoes, and spinach. it's not your average red sauce spaghetti, it definitely has a mediterranean flavor. (my grandma always described spaghetti as *italian*--that still makes me smile whenever i hear or see that)

it was a plate of salty and savory, comfort and freshness.

so, i still have to cook for the rest of my gang tonight but, this momma? this momma is done.....like dinner.


love and light and a small salad
deborah

p.s. this is the french laundry in fenton, michigan--not the one in napa. i did not bring my laundry (not even one of fourteen loads) nor did we eat anything french.