This week has brought with it a change in temperatures from far below normal to far above normal.
Big storms are forecast this afternoon through tonight... such is life in the Midwest in April. At least we're not getting snow as those West and North of us are receiving!
I had pre-ordered this latest Tessa Kiros book a couple months ago, waiting
I'm planning on an entire post soon about the hows and whys and of my latest recipe book additions (maybe next week). However, I can tell you that I am truly enjoying this gorgeous book with great recipes called Recipes and Dreams From an Italian Life.
You can get a look inside it... here.
Actually, I'm listening to Kendall Payne's single from this album called Aslan. Stephanie told me about it at least a year ago. It's one of the singles on the itty bitty iPod that separates entire albums I've either uploaded from a CD or downloaded from Amazon.
Since the tiny iPod has no window, this is the way I keep my albums organized. If I come to a single... I know another album will begin after it is over.
Anyway, I LOVE this song about Aslan... here.
It never ceases to amaze me how I can be thinking of an object and then notice it (or them) in a thrift store or as in this case, an antique mall. I think it was an episode of Andy Griffith that brought these back to mind.
If you are above a certain age, you will remember when churches had no air conditioning and cardboard fans were often on the back of the pew next to the hymnal. These five came in a bundle for only $2.00 and I keep them on my desk just to enjoy. They remind me of a simpler time...
There is something about the mixture of onions, garlic, peppers, and in this dish... mushrooms, that brings a smile to my face as well as a rumbly to the tummy. My inner Pioneer Woman is coming out with not only a picture but food in an iron skillet. :)
This mixture is the base of my favorite casserole called Holiday Spaghetti, perhaps my most often made dinner dish over the years. You can find the recipe... here.
She really isn't suppose to hop into this window as I'm afraid she'll knock over the vintage sewing machine (it's only sitting there precariously). But she was so cute, I had to take a picture.
I do feel sorry for her, this was her favorite place to sit on a summer afternoon when Christopher's bed made it easy for her to hop up there without disturbing anything. I think she misses his bed even more than him. :)