Happy Independence Day
Johnson is out back barbecuing a slab of ribs. I made a casserole for both of us, and a a big pot of vegetable soup for me. The neighborhood is eerily quiet, thank God. I am all for families going out to celebrate. Houston is putting on a show our neighbors need to witness up close. The parade is always worth the trip. *grin*
We're recovering from a visit with Nephew I. He flew in on Friday. He left yesterday morning. Saturday was my time to treat him like the son I'll never have. Nephew II, his brother, couldn't make it, so Nephew I ate enough for Nephew II and Nephew III. Watching Nephew I and Johnson took me back to the good old days--the days when my kitchen stayed hot. No matter the time of day or night, when the Nephews visited, Auntie would take to the kitchen. Those meals are why we have two dining areas that'll seat six apiece. Feeding twelve used to be one of the easiest things I did.
Loving is eating together. Used to be, it seemed like I was always cooking for a group of men that needed feeding, and a select group that especially wanted some good home cooked food. No burgers, steaks or ribs on the grill. Home cookin'! I told Nephew I we'd take him for dinner at JC's favorite steak house, but he declined; he wanted Auntie's good home cookin' . . . By golly, then that's what he'd get.
Spaghetti with meatballs, Caesar salad, hot buttered Italian bread (The two ate an entire loaf, leaving the two butt ends for the invisible guest.), and beer. I was the cook, server, and fetcher. Used to be I was the last one to eat; it was the same this time too. I loved every moment. I packed Nephew I enough for two to take home to his mama's house, in case hunger attacked before bedtime. He left Chez Limner's a little after 10:00 PM.
I hope your extended weekend holiday is filled with family, good food, safe fireworks, cool breezes, and blessings. May we remain forever independent.
I finally got around to wrapping and labeling the last eight packages. JC mailed them yesterday. Some days the post office seems so far away, even though he does most of my posting for me. Not having a thyroid gland makes some days taxing. It's hard taking the pill at the same time every day. Some mornings I wake up with the pill box in my hand, yet there are days when I hit the floor running and don't remember to take it until well into the morning or early afternoon. I need a keeper.
So, to my dear recipients, apologies for the dates not matching the actual postmark. Don't let it get your goat. *grin* He's (She's?) the centerfold in the new issue of Modern Farmer. It's all about the goat. Such an interesting looking animal, don't you think? Look at those ears. Why? The nose. Why? Reminds me of a camel's. The goatee! Why? That mouth--shaped like a heart. Why? Those amazing eyes. Why? The better to see what it'll head butt? Such a wise looking goat. Here's hoping there's no goat on anyone's menu today.
Happy 4th of July.
P.S. I need a couple more days off to recoup. Cooking with cast iron is a workout unto itself. *grin* (grinnin' and groanin'!"