My paternal grandmother was a storyteller. And I have the evidence to prove it in a large vinyl zipper bag—copies of handwritten chapters which read like short stories. She was an intelligent, head-strong woman—a first generation American born into a large family who immigrated from England at the turn of the century.
She went to Ohio State Normal College at Kent and then became an English teacher for forty-five years until her retirement. She had many siblings, one of whom died
Updated Today at 03:34 PM by realitybites
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Happy Thanksgiving 2014. To celebrate this year, I am acknowledging FOURTEEN things I am thankful for.
1. My family. I love them very much. And feel closer to my mom and son every day. They give my life meaning, hope, connection, grounding, joy, security, love, humor, and much more.
2. Katie, my best feline friend and companion. Never have I loved a pet so dearly and for such a long time. We have a history together. She brings happiness to my life daily.
Updated November 27, 2014 at 06:32 PM by realitybites
Last night the temperature here dropped below the freezing point. I covered Penny and Sid but they were not looking so good this morning. So, I picked their remaining tomatoes. I will attempt to ripen them in paper bags on the counter. If that fails, I will be scourging the Net for green tomato recipes.
Total harvest from two plants this season: 28 lbs. Not too shabby.
Updated December 1, 2014 at 05:22 PM by realitybites
I have been eating a lot of cabbage lately—bok choy and green. I chop it up and sautée it in a little oil in a dutch oven on the stove top. After it caramelizes, I add lots of black pepper and some cubed ham (optional). Then I pour in a little water, cover, and steam it for ten minutes. I eat it over basmati or long grain rice. The rice soaks up the liquid. Delicious. I also eat quite a bit of romaine-based
Updated November 12, 2014 at 06:19 AM by realitybites