Saturday, July 27, 2013


Heh, you think I'm kidding, don't you?  Well, here's what Durwood's "weather station" said an hour ago--57 degrees with pretty high humidity.  Like I said, brrr.  Not that I'm complaining.  I always like it in the 50s and 60s better than in the 80s and 90s.  All. Ways.  I'll definitely be mowing the lawn today to take advantage of the cooler temps.  

I will also be assisting Durwood in making dessert for the Family Supper tomorrow since it's supposed to be in the mid-60s and will be cool at DS & DIL1's since they don't have a/c except a noisy old window one in their bedroom.  He found the recipe on the back page of the new Southern Living mag that came yesterday.  I was thinking we could make this drumstick torte that I found a recipe for last week but it has peanut butter in it and Durwood doesn't like peanut butter (I know!  how can that be?) so it's out.  Anyway, I bought the ingredients we don't have on my way home from knitting last night so we're all set.  We have to make it today because it has to freeze 8 hours so we'll be all ready and if the supper doesn't come off for any reason we'll just have to eat it ourselves.  Awwww, what a pity.

The lilies have bloomed!  All of 'em.  Oh, and do they smell great, so sweet and intoxicating.  I also like the orange pollen streaks on the white flowers.  Have you ever gotten lily pollen on your clothes?  Don't.  It rarely comes off even in the wash.  There's a reason that the lilies you get at the florist don't have those pollen thingies on them.  (pistils? stamens? anthers?  Actually it's the last one, anthers, they're on the ends of the stamens [the filaments] and hold the gold or yellow pollen that stains anything it touches)  If you cut lilies from your garden be sure to snip them off, just the anthers, before you bring them into the house.  Your tablecloth will thank you.

July 27--Germany, Snuffbox.  Deenie had always liked tiny things. She kept the smallest seashells when they were at the beach and the tiniest, shiniest pebbles from along the lake shore.  Her grandmother Mimi predicted that Deenie would be a microbiologist or some other profession that worked  with things too small to be easily seen, instead she was an archaeologist.  She was patient and willing to sift through baskets of dirt and sand to find the beads and bones and pottery sherds.  When she was a junior in college she studied in Germany for a semester and in a dim and narrow shop she fell in love with her first snuffbox.  A perfect jewel of an enameled box as blue as the summer sky, crusted with enameled flowers and glass rhinestones that sparkled almost like diamonds.  When the proprietor of the shop placed it on her upturned palm it's beauty took her breath away and her knees went weak.

Okey-dokey, that's all I've got for now.  You enjoy your Saturday and wish you were here in the paradise that is Green Bay--for today anyway.

1 comment:

Aunt B said...

Oh yeah -- I loved that recipe in Southern Living too. Let me know how it turned out. I made something like it one year for Beach Week. It wasn't as pretty as this one but really easy. Called Key Lime Pie a la Go-Go. Your family dinners sound like so much fun. And your weather sounds wonderful!!!