This evening my fiancé and I are cooking a proper Southern spread for my parents. My dad will I think be very impressed.
My fiancé and I traveling so much have had quite the experience of Southern dinners done right. We went with my fiancé’s family to a lovely restaurant in New Orleans called Galatoire’s once. It was incredible!
Hopefully, I’m making on of his favorites— banana cream pie.
We’ve had a lovely lazy Sunday here at the farm.
Just kinda middlin’ through the day, now.
Mass was wonderful! It’s good to be back in my home parish again. The mass was introduced by a beautiful song in Spanish. The singer had such a beautiful voice!
Afterwards, we went with friends out to lunch at Dairy Queen. It was so good to see old time friends and local community people again.
My pottery also came back from the shop and it looks great! Oh, my goodness, I never thought something I would paint and have fired in a kiln would look this good. 🤗
Check it out!
Obviously, coffee stains from this morning. Smilingcoffeecup comes with coffee. 😋
After much deliberation my fiancé and I decided on wedding guest gifts! Homemade jam! I’ll begin making jam for my wedding guest gifts. During this summer I need to can at least 175 jars of jam. Ayiyi!
So, excited to continue on this week with my studies and see what happens on the farm. My class, is admittedly, less stressful than the last time I took it.
I am progressing through my class well and I think I’m well enough ahead of schedule to not be stressed. Hurrrah!
Kansas is so beautiful with the golden fields of wheat right now. Oh my goodness!
We’ll friends, I’m off to make dinner, tootles for now!
A towhee chirps in the black cherry tree behind me as I sit on the porch sipping hot coffee. It’s a sunny Sunday morning. Mass will be later this afternoon which my fiancé and I go to. Today, since it’s nice weather out I’ll wear a skirt.
Mass is such a beautiful event. I love being Catholic.
Anyway, today has been mostly good. I woke earlier than expected and popped downstairs to make coffee. Which, nonetheless, is an interesting experience/experiment each time I make it in our percolator.
Stove-top Percolators are finicky things.
Now, I’m upstairs honestly really tired—extremely tired.
I’m waiting for my stick buns, new recipe (so EXCITED!!). I think they’ll drive my fiancé crazy, haha. He loves sticky buns.
I found the recipe on my Allrecipes app and added a few substitutes. I made my own yellow cake mix and used some leftover streusel topping from a muffin mix box.
My fiancé loved it! He had two slices today!
Though it is a beautiful sunny day after a big rain last night my garden is looking very sad. My petunias look Ike they’ve been battered with a broom and my lilac never bloomed and is a green skinny bud jutting out with yellow tips. Quite dead which is quite disheartening.
Ta-ta for now friends.
So, tonight I’m making dinner for my honey bbq chicken sandwiches.
Before dinner we save the meal prayer thanking Jesus and blessing the food. This really sets the tone for how we finish our days, I think.
Being grateful is so important in this world. Being grateful to others makes us happier as well as whoever received our thank you.
I kind of threw the recipe together from a couple different sources.
Slow cooker BBQ Chicken sandwiches
- Chicken (enough to cover the bottom of a slow cooker)
- 1 onion
- 1/4 cup BBQ sauce
- 1/4 cup Ketchup
- 1/4 cup soy sauce
- 1/2 cup ginger ale
Put chicken on the bottom of the crock layer onion slices on top of that. Make sauce with other ingredients and slather over chicken. Put in crockpot on high heat and cook for two hours.
Buns of course. My honey freelance baked those.
- 1 cup flour
- 1.5 tbsp brown sugar
- 2 dashes salt
- About 1/4 cup milk
- About 2/3 cup warmed water, with one packet of rapid yeast bloomed in it.
- Mix dry ingredients together then add what once yeast is properly activated. Then add milk and mix together kneading. Dough will be sticky. Proof dough in oven with towel draped over (not turned on) but with oven light on, until doubled in size. Pour out of bowl onto floured surface knead a little bit until dough is a little dryer, a little less sticky.
- Cut dough into four equal pieces, form each piece into a ball. Cover again and proof again with light on for second time.
- Once dough is 1 1/2 to double size take out, to stop proofing. Preheat oven to 350 F. Save time by hearing it with broil setting which heats oven quicker.
- Prepare a pan of water. Once oven is preheated and set to bake at 350 F. Place buns on upper rack and pan with water on lower rack. Putting the pan of water in a couple minutes before will help the bread form a better crust on the outside.
- Bake for 15-20minutes or until lightly browned and fluffy feeling.
Oh my goodness, It’s crazy raining outside friends 😳. PA is sooo rainy, I love it!
My pastel pink nails clink against my coffee mug as I tap out the melody coming over the radio. I boldly face all the controversy and problems that lay ahead one word at a time.
The letters fall across my keyboard like a scrabble board game.
I look down at my notebook that has a quote by Benjamin Franklin. “Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” I really like this quote and try to live a bold life.
Yesterday, was the Assumption of Our Lady, one of my favorite feast days. When the mother of God wails in pain as she gives birth to a Son that will rule the nations. But meanwhile, there’s a red 12-headed dragon, ready to swallow the baby. Quite a
So I take this to mean, in my life, that there are certain things that I want greatly but also come with great sacrifices. Including my hope to go back to college. As I sip my coffee I think about the possibilities. I think about my words, written and spoken.
Dreams often have a way of blotting up your life. Like a loaded calligraphy pen, pressed too hard against the paper. Making a line but blurring in a hundred off spurts: directions. That’s what it seems like at least. Bizarre and Beautiful as long as you can see the beauty in simple things.
Today is Saint Stephen of Hungary’s feast day. St. Stephen led many battles and was married to King Henry II’s sister, Gisella of Ungarn. He founded monasteries and dioceses. He patron saint against the death of children and of stone cutters.
So with dapples of Catholicism and big dreams, I step boldly into my day.
God Bless my readers walk with courage and strength!
Moonlight casts shadows of faded memories.
The grief of inconnu.
Tremors of what cannot
Of what lies.
Under my blanket:
Aware of a tragedy
I cannot defile.