|For Art for Fun Friday: Acrylics on tiny canvas (turned into a magnet)|
(1) Where oh where are my red reading glasses?
(2) What oh what do I make for our main meal?
(3) I’ll vacuum tomorrow. Maybe.
(4) Dear Diary, says the Husband as he passes by me clickity clacking on the iPad.
(5) What shall I do today?
(6) I’m doing a load of bottoms. Do you want your jeans washed?
(7) Have you been drinking water? asks the Husband.
(8) It’s garbage day.
(9) Mail call!
(10) Sniff, sniff, achooo. . .Really need to dust.
(11) Jazz, rock, swing, tropical, what shall we listen to?
(12) Going outside.
(13) Kiss, kiss. I love you. Night-night.
|For Art for Fun Friday: Acrylics on canvas|
LeeAnna, host of I Like Thursday, asks participants to share a Thanksgiving recipe that we love. If I could, I’d share Mama’s recipe for gravy. Except she made it, like all her dishes, out of her head and from her heart. I’m sure she learned the basic recipe from someone. No matter how she modified it each time she made the gravy over the decades, the deliciousness was always the same. I liked to pour the luscious gravy over white rice and gobble, gobble.
This is what I remember her doing: Simmer the turkey neck and innards in a pot of water. Add salt and black pepper. And, when everything is soft, add a small bowl of a slush of cornstarch, soy sauce, and water. Stir until thick.
So simple! Because my rendition always came out bland, lumpy, and watery, I don’t try anymore to make it. I simply enjoy the memory of Mama’s gravy.
Good cheer, Dear Friends! I wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving! ❤️