We have our landlord and workmen coming today. So I needed to get up and get the Chocolate Peanut Butter Balls dipped. I couldn't do it yesterday because I had other cookies on racks cooling, and my kitchen - being of the Barbie Doll House variety - counter space is at a premium. Finally found … Continue reading Cookies – Numero Dos
Chopping nuts with my Great Grandmother's nut chopper. Listening to the greats - Bing Crosby, Dean Martin, Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra - singing the Christmas songs from my childhood about Santa, drummer boys, and SNOW!! Flour and powdered sugar everywhere, and cookies on every surface. It must be Christmas! Mom's recipes and GG's nut … Continue reading Fa La La La La…
Jeff has a rich inner life. One I'm not always privy to. Periodically, he gives me glimpses into it. More now than in the beginning. Usually, it will start with 'I've been thinking...' or 'I've been doing some research...'. And it means that he's been thinking about, and finding ways to solve, whatever it is … Continue reading A Peek Behind the Curtain
I've said it before. I don't love Thanksgiving, for a host of reasons. But I'll admit, it does feel weird to be walking around and it's just another day in Valencia. It's also weird that the 'Black Friday' signs are every where here. In Brazil the signs said 'Black Day', but its the same thing. … Continue reading Happy Gratitude Day!
I'm not sure the genesis of the American expression 'Boob Tube' but my Dad used to call the TV that, mockingly when we were kids. Television in our house growing up, wasn't something that was on most of the time, unless it was the news. And then it was usually news about the Vietnam war … Continue reading The Boob Tube
There comes a point in life when the only miles stones are the birthdays that end in zero. Having past the big ones of learning to drive, turning 21 or graduating from high school, my miles stones turned to others. My children's first words or first steps. First days of school and finally graduating from … Continue reading The Adult Table
I have been visiting at my Parent's house in Portland for a week now. I've eaten more in the last week than I usually do in a month. My Mom's favorite phrase 'Are you hungry? Wound you like xyz?' rolls off her tongue like the those mythical Greek Sirens who tempted ancient sailors to wreck … Continue reading How Far I’ve Fallen
I am 52 years old. After several days at my parent's house I feel the need to state it out loud. In fact, I've already told other people this since I've been here. I know it sounds strange but it's necessary. In Valencia, or when I've lived in any other city, I never felt the … Continue reading You know I’m 52
We are continuing to checking things off our lists. This trip was really all business and we've been making a plan for months now. All those little things that we would buy in the US, and Oregon more specifically (no tax), that we can't easily get back home in Valencia. Jeff had ordered some recumbent … Continue reading A Special Treat
We took the high speed to Madrid from Valencia for our final days with Emilie before she went back to school. It cuts the travel time in half but still allows for beautiful views of wine, olives and this time of year, sunflower fields by the mile. All along the route it seemed the flowers … Continue reading ¡Hola Madrid!