This old house has floated through this blog in the years past, but I was driving past it just a couple of weeks ago and once again it sparked my interest. An old family homestead that is taking its own sweet time wearing away. Thankful today for old things that don't leave us too soon.
"Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read."
A friend of mine attended the Antiques Roadshow this summer in Birmingham, Alabama. After applying for tickets, she was lucky enough to be selected to attend the show.
Taking two items, one of which was a Goodwill purchase, she received positive appraisals. One for several hundred dollars. She said even with the long lines, it was a great experience. Which inspires me to apply for tickets to next year's roadshow.
Which also begs the question, have any of you attended the Antiques Roadshow?
Was it all you thought it would be and more.....or was it less?
What did you take for appraisal?
If you haven't been, would you go and what would you take?
Once upon a time, not too terribly long ago, I was a girl-child. More specifically, I was an Air Force Brat living in the great state of North Dakota. Each summer we would make the trip, by car, to my parents home in the state of Kentucky. My most pronounced memories are of us taking this trip in a Honda Civic.
That's right.....I said four people in a Honda Civic on a two-day marathon drive.
I would take turns staying with both sets of grandparents. Both equally influencing me in ways I couldn't understand in that given moment. Once, when I was staying with my Mom's parents, we were invited to supper at my grandmother's friends' house.
My grandmother, Bird, had been longtime friends with Minnie, a tall, very slender woman who lived on a farm with her husband. Minnie had raised three children and was grandmother to several. Minnie also lived in a holler. A place so remote that there was no access road out of it. You had to turn around and drive back out to your destination.
She lived in a plain, Federal style farmhouse that had kittens in the front yard.
Kittens, I said.....very important to a girl-child.
Minnie also had a closed in back porch that held an enamel bucket with cold water and a dipper gourd. A dipper gourd that I couldn't resist, much to my mother's chagrin.
Supper was about fresh garden produce and, if I remember correctly, chicken. And, then came dessert.
Minnie asked me if I would like some pudding.
I said no, as I knew I didn't like pudding. Then, I saw everyone else receiving a small plate of cake. Cake? Yes, a yellow sponge cake that I said yes to. Our area is home to so very many descendants of the British Isles and the vocabulary has stayed true through time. Thus, Minnie referred to cake as, "pudding", an English term for dessert.
It just goes to show you what small moments mean to someone through their lifetime. Ms. Minnie passed away quite a number of years ago, but I remember that moment in her home, though brief, with extreme fondness.
Something triggered a memory of Minnie just the other day and I decided to research a recipe to do justice to her, "pudding cake".
Here you will find a recipe for Victorian Sponge Cake. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did.
Thankful this Thursday for wild things that grow in fence rows. Although my husband wouldn't agree with me, I enjoy seeing Passion Flowers blooming on a barbed wire fence. This photo is out of my archives, as I haven't found any vines yet this season. Possibly Secret Agent Farmer Man has been busy cleaning out fence rows......
Summer is not only the time of sunshine and swimming pools, it is also when I cannot keep any food in the house. All food items seem to magically disappear from the fridge and I am left with hungry troops.
My Mom graciously gifts me with a subscription to SL each Christmas. Thus, it is Christmas for me each month in the mailbox. Pasta salad with some Lemon-Shallot Vinaigrette might hold everyone over for a couple of hours. Maybe, if I am lucky......
Juice one large lemon, for you will need 1/2 cup. Don't use that lemon juice in the bottle. Yuck!
Mince one medium sized shallot.
Mix lemon juice and shallot. Allow mixture to sit for about five minutes.
Throw in a cup of olive oil. I used extra virgin. Best to grease up those arteries with the good stuff.
Next, you will need one tablespoon of honey.
Then, one tablespoon Dijon mustard.
Mix it all in a Mason jar.
Use liberally on anything you want.
"The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found."
Thankful this Thursday to be back home after a few whirlwind days of softball and trap shooting. Proud that I have two active and involved teenagers. Now, on to the weekend that is full of 4th of July activities!