Daylight and darkness

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Today was the coolest August day I can remember in my whole life which is pretty vast.  I spent the day on my back porch with my doors open and AC OFF. My depression melted into the crisp summer sun – yes, crisp and summer have never gone together in  my Mississippi. Today it did.

That, and Ugg, made this day spectacular. A small kitten was sitting on my side stoop when I went out to pick up the paper this morning.  She streaked away like lightening.  Two hours later (when I was dressed and  got made up) she had ventured up on the porch.  I guess I looked like an acceptable parent with makeup. Continue reading

Well, I’ll be a ring-tailed tooter!

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This week, I had the joy of attending a family reunion deep in the wildwoods of Tippah County, Mississippi which has long reminded me of Snuffy Smith Country with all the hills and hollows. Not only did I get a taste of the best Southern cooking this side of the Mason Dixon, I picked up a few colloquialisms which I plan to incorporate into my vocabulary. It would be a shame to lose these priceless relics of our distant past.

My most favorite is the term “ring-tailed tooter” which rolled off the lips of my friend Norma while describing a

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Vacation is over:Seeking new challenge

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Oh yeah, I’ve been on vacation this week and that’s why an earlier post  was actually written last week when I was all pumped up about trying to get healthy.

Then on a whim I decided to take a vacation and do SQUAT.  Squat just barely exceeds scant and it’s not much.  In fact, in my world it’s NOTHING. That’s not me at the left – her robe has no tomato soup stains.

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Miracles and magical moments

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With the arrival of August, I renewed my commitment to exercise after an “extended vacation.” The vacation was no fun because I was stabbed by guilt every time I saw someone walk or run by my house.

Why couldn’t that be me, I wondered? Because you lump, you’ve been glued to three seasons of House of Cards which came with your Netflix service. Of course, the series demanded a steady supply of microwave popcorn so I wouldn’t have to miss a single moment.

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A whopper of a idea for onion surplus

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I wish you could be in my kitchen about now. It smells like I’m cooking something wonderful and I am, sort of.   Farmer Sam, my produce supplier, is still bringing me onions every week.  Since I only use about one tablespoon a day on my salad, it was time to have a major onion – cookin’.   I put on my onion cooking outfit (my pjs) and got it going.

First, of course, I googled onion recipes and came up with one I consider brilliant.  You carmalize them in your crotch pot.  (We call it the crotch pot because that’s what my friend Kate calls it).

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