I love kaiser rolls. They remind me of a winter break I spent in New York many moons ago. The foodie in me just loves food memories. They bring such detail to life events. A taste. A smell. It all brings you back to the very moment you experienced long ago. For me there is nothing quite like a warm kaiser roll with butter and egg to warm your soul on a snowy day. We obviously don’t get snowy days in Southern California but with the impending rain I went to the market yesterday to make sure we had my favorite rolls in the house.
Everyone is on a different schedule here this morning. So breakfast was a buffet of easy foods. I made bacon and sausage the other day and eggs were cooked as needed. I also put out bagels and, of course, kaiser rolls. Libs had a challenge match this morning and I planned on eating after I got back from dropping her off. Her opponent was running late so Libs told me I had plenty of time to eat beforehand. I was pretty hungry so I put a kaiser roll in the oven to warm it and cooked an egg. I guess I was feeling a little rushed because when I reached into the oven to retrieve my warm kaiser roll I pulled it out (so fast?!?!) that it flipped off the baking sheet and on to the bottom of the oven … and caught on FIRE! In my decades of warming kaiser rolls this has NEVER happened before. So I quickly turned off the oven, grabbed some tongs and threw my flaming kaiser roll into the sink. Disaster averted. If you were wondering, I went back to my original plan of eating after I got back home. Which went without incident, smoke or flames. Yay.
Well, I hope you all have a day where your buns aren’t blazing!!!
It's our last Sunday of summer break. Sid and George are at college. Libs and Reese return to school on Tuesday. This summer has been a DOOZEY. Emotional and exciting don't even come close to describing it. The summer of 2017 will go down as one of my all time favorites.
I never want summer to end but there is something about the routine that comes with the start of a new school year that grounds me. Summer months tend to feel (and be) more spontaneous and frivolous. But the Fall, winter and Spring months have a coziness to them. Our days are filled with the orderliness of schedules, sports and school, and by the end of August I'm usually ready for it. Fall and winter around this house are filled with magic and traditions that I have come to love. This year we even have some different things planned as well. I'm looking forward to both the familiar back-to-school regimen and the new life we will carve out for ourselves. Our family dynamics are not the same with two of my four children out of the house now. Life will undoubtedly be different, but I know it will be good for all of us.
So am I ready to say "goodbye" to these incredible days of summer? Yes. I believe I am. I will tuck their memories away in my heart. And I will be grateful for each and every moment that I got to spend with the people I love most in this world. God blessed me with another summer … and I truly can't be more thankful.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you are ready for a change of pace!!!
Whether they are near or far. Even if they are in Heaven. Enjoy your time together. Cherish the memories. Feel the love.
Well, I hope you all have a day where find a special way to celebrate your dad!!!
Today is George’s last day of high school classes. Forever. He graduates next Wednesday. Watching him leave the house this morning filled my heart with all sorts of emotions and flooded my mind with memories. How is this possible? Where did my baby boy go? It seems like just yesterday that I found out I was pregnant with him. That moment, still so vivid. And here we are … I can’t believe it.
Well, I hope you all have a day that seems surreal!!!
Sid took an early train to see her boyfriend this morning. I drove her to the train station. On my way back I opted for a different route home. I took me by California State University, Fullerton. My alma mater. One of them anyway. I didn’t realize it but this is graduation weekend. Despite being early there were many people arriving. Some walking. Many in their caps and gowns. It really took me back. I remember my graduation days from both Fullerton and California State University, Long Beach like they were yesterday. Such great days, filled with so much excitement, reflection and hope! I know I’m feeling more emotional these days with George’s high school graduation just around the corner. So I’ll just dismiss my crying watching perfect strangers cross the street.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you feel nostalgic!!!
Twelve long hilly miles. A “Veggie Palooza” plant sale. A tennis match. A sunny nap. A taste of my early adulthood. Playing Barbies. This is a snapshot of a day in my life. It’s colorful and I love every crazy memory of it!
Well, I hope you all have a day where you can’t picture life any other way!!!
It’s been just over three months since I got sick and the peace of mind I have over the whole experience couldn’t be more rooted in hope … and in humor.
We can spend a lot of time trying to figure out all the WHYS to our unpleasant situations. And even longer being resentful of them. I try to learn from every experience I have. Good or bad, I see them all as lessons. But I’ll be honest, sometimes I just don’t get the point in the lesson in the first place. It can be frustrating to say the least. But it’s at that point when I usually tell myself that WHATEVER the lesson was, it all had a part in shaping me into the woman I’m meant to be. Which in the bigger picture, is kinda cool.
Once I get to this point I can begin to truly appreciate the experience. I can even begin to laugh about it. Which is always good. I know that when I can find humor in an otherwise unpleasant memory, I have achieved my ultimate peace in it. I begin to feel like a warrior and survivor … and not an out-of-control victim.
When I first came home from the hospital my family made me breakfast and Libs brought it to me so I could eat in my bed. She sat with me. I remember being surprised by this. She didn’t just bring it to me and leave, she settled herself on my bed and began talking to me. At the time this seemed so benign. But it became one of the happiest and funniest memories that came out of the whole meningitis (Part 2) experience. I really can’t remember anything Libs and I began talking about, I was still pretty out of it. But I do remember Libs calling my name over and over again. She was saying something and I just was too detached to catch the importance of it. I’m not sure what finally kicked my brain back into reality but I finally heard what she was saying. “Mom, you’re salting your waffles!” Well, we got a pretty good chuckle out of that one! And it’s continued to be a staple comment in our family when someone does something loopy.
It’s been a long three months. They have NOT been easy. I am still not myself physically. The fatigue is down right depressing at times. But I know that I am doing everything I can to get stronger. And thankfully, it’s working. Slowly but surely, it IS working. And I couldn’t be more grateful. But I still don’t have an understanding of the WHY I got sick again. I have thought about the day I got sick over and over again. The speed work I did on the treadmill just hours before I couldn’t move without excruciating pain. How strong I felt. Then how weak. I just can’t make any sense of it. But that’s OK. With memories of salty waffles, I’ll just laugh about it until I do.
Well, I hope you all have a day where laughter is the best medicine!!!