Sunday, September 2, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
IS THERE ANYONE WHO DOESN'T LOVE ICE CREAM? Well, I guess there must be someone somewhere. I think ice cream, especially with strawberry-rhubarb jam for a topping is a perfect evening treat.
Recently, I bought an ice cream maker. My first attempt wasn't a cooked ice cream, and not made with all cream, so it's not as smooth as the real thing, but it is a delicious frozen dessert. One of the reasons I wanted my own ice cream maker is because I now can know what's in the ice cream I eat - no chemicals. Then, just this week, I found a recipe book of 150 recipes for ice cream and ways to use it in other desserts. My next experiment will be coffee flavored.
The serving dish is American "elegant glass" probably from the 40's or 50's. I have not researched the pattern, but it's probably by Cambridge glass. I love the feel and shape of this dish. I only have one, however, but that's all I need for my evening snack.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
My "Something Beautiful" today comes from the garden - and the bright red of the mini tomatoes against their green leaves make me think of Christmas colors. About mid-summer, we went through a time of drought. Many of my newer plants have finished blooming early. About the only bit of color left in the garden is this one lonely tomato plant that did well in a pot at the base of the patio steps. I wish I could catch the critter that likes the mini tomatoes as much as I do. I find bright red half-eaten remnants in the dirt near the ferns. After the green one ripens and the little yellow blossoms produce a few more fruit, the bush will be trashed.
My friend Joann, gardener to the core, grew the best tomatoes this year on Hanover tomato stock. They rival those Jersey beefsteaks I remember from my childhood. Solid and sweet.
I took this picture, then brought the trio inside where it became part of my late brunch today. And that reminded me of the English breakfast I ate in Bath, England when I visited my long-time penpal many years ago. Until then, I had never eaten tomatoes and mushrooms with my eggs and sausage.
I want to paint this picture, but I am too tired tonight even for acrylics. I had coffee with caffeine yesterday in the late afternoon and didn't sleep much last night. So, it's to bed early tonight. Tomorrow's another day.