November 20, 2009
Every family has a Thanksgiving story
Written by Joy Paoletti and Judy Vig
Monday, 16 November 2009 18:27
For most of us, this Thanksgiving holiday is a time to reconnect with our family and friends.
Some of us will travel many miles to do this, while some of us will just walk across the street. Every family has their own story, who sits where at the table, who likes the stuffing plain or with cranberries and who will lead the Thanksgiving prayer this year.
From the Hearth holiday cookie contest
Written by Joy Paoletti and Judy Vig
Monday, 02 November 2009 16:42
It’s official. The holidays are right around the corner.
There are little reminders everywhere you look. The brightly colored leaves that once made us stop and stare now are falling, leaving behind bare dark branches and a nip in the air. The grocery stores are stocking their shelves with nuts, dried fruits, holiday spices, and bags upon bags of flour and sugar.
Can I have just a chocolate cupcake?
Written by Joy Paoletti and Judy Vig
Tuesday, 20 October 2009 08:46
We all are enjoying fall and its weather-inspired recipes such as apple pies with cinnamon and sugar, or apple crisps and brown Betty’s with their comforting crunch and tart interiors. Judy is enjoying every bit of this festive season and baking as many apple recipes as she can. I’m actually sick and tired of hearing about them.
It is all very wonderful and delicious, but “Can I just have a chocolate cupcake?” I haven’t had anything chocolate in weeks.
A family outing, at the apple orchard
Written by Joy Paoletti and Judy Vig
Monday, 05 October 2009 17:39
Joy and I recently went apple picking. The mornings now are cool and crisp, the afternoons warm and sunny. We have such fond childhood memories of going to our local farm and hopping the hay wagon to the apple orchard.
The day we went apple picking, one of Joy’s girls forgot her water bottle and said if she didn’t get a drink soon she would die of thirst; and the other one didn’t hear her mother shout, “bring a sweatshirt.” I can’t imagine why no one heard her — the people who live across the street did. Joy’s daughter spent the entire trip moaning and shivering. I tried to remember why I said that day, “Let’s bring the girls.”
|
|