“Anyone who gives you a cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven is a friend for life.” Daniel Handler
I was sitting down my husband having a hot cup of coffee, steam was still rising from the top of my mug that says “Greatest Mom”, and then I remembered…I told the kids I would make some fresh, hot, cinnamon rolls. Well, luckily, I purchased some Pillsbury Cinnamon Rolls from the grocery store the other day.
I leaped out of my French Country chair with the woven sea grass, and took a few splinters in my rear for getting up so fast. I ran across the cold tile with my bare feet to the fridge. Ahhh, a life saver, in tube form…the cinnamon rolls, just needed to be popped open, and put in a cast iron skillet, ya know, for a home made look. LOL!
I pop them in the oven that is 400 degrees, and mix about 4 teaspoons of cinnamon to 4 teaspoons of “sugar in the raw”, and add that to the top. Not everyone in the family likes the frosting that comes with the Pillsbury tube. They came out of the oven perfectly fluffy, and invigorating the whole house with the smell of cinnamon. The look of them in the cast iron skillet is such a bonus.
Yes, the kids were happy, and so was my husband.
I have some small scale reverse glass paintings by R. Moretti that I just adore.
Both are rural Italian scenes, a farm house in the background. I used to having these little gems beside my bed, when we lived in the city. I’m guessing they made a subconscious impact on us, since now we are people that have a town and country life. With all the heavy clads it reminds me of the end of summer, and beginning of the autumn is looming in the horizon.
I love how the artist made use of the light just breaking through the clouds, and the detail is amazing for such a small painting. One has touches of orange, indicating the poppies that are still in bloom. The other has a creek with a waterfall, with light bouncing on the rocks. I just love how paintings take us out of existence in this time and space, then transports us to another location. Well, of course, you have to be willing to use your imagination.
“Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.” P. J. O’Rourke.
The other day, my daughter and I had a wonderful day together. She’s a senior in high school. It was a special day at school when the parents go to Liturgy, then the seniors are dismissed to spend the rest of the day with their parents. My husband couldn’t attend, since we are harvesting our grapes. She and I went to Barnes and Nobel, we are avid readers, and then went to eat. When we were eating she asked me “Do you miss our house in Oakland?” I answered…I miss the memories that we created. She told me that she missed the way the sun came into the front room, and the time we would spend in that room just reading together. We then remembered the Bradbury and Bradbury ceiling paper story that always makes us laugh. I believe it would make anyone laugh.
It took us years to get our house to be the gem that it was before we sold it. We had reconstruction done to our house, and that was so labor intensive for all of us. Then after the contractors went away, it was time for us to do all the finish work, and one of those projects was the ceiling paper for our living room. This would be the room where the family would gather for conversations and reading.
We ordered our Bradbury and Bradbury paper, and it doesn’t come precut, or at least at the time, it didn’t. You have to do all the trimming for the paper yourself or hire a professional. It is also paper that is hung using a clay. The paper sat in the large tubes until it was time for Roberto to take his winter vacation. The anticipation of the paper going on the ceiling was intense.
Roberto broke out several saw horses, and made himself a cutting space. After all that was done, he was ready for me to help him. He had two ladders, one for me at the back of the room, and his ladder was near the clay. The paper was folded according style as we gently put up section by section. I was in charge of holding it while he made sure all the bubbles were out of the paper. Success! We had the first section up, only 12 more to go. The first section took so long, and the kids were young, so they had questions to ask…which made the whole process seem longer.
We were on section 2, and I was holding the accordion piece with one hand and holding the paper with the other. Sabrina came into the living room, and told me something that was funny, but Roberto told me “Stop moving, you’re going to rip the expensive paper.” I told Sabrina, I would be in the family room once we finished this section. My arms were shaking from keeping them up in the air for so long. All the sudden, almost the whole part that we just put up on the ceiling peeled away, and drooped to the floor. Roberto was pissed. He walked over to the five gallon buck and picked it up, then slammed in on the floor in frustration. At the same time his glasses slipped off his face, and fell into the bucket of mud. I just busted out laughing so hard. I couldn’t stop laughing. He grabbed his glasses and took off to the kitchen where I could hear him laughing too. Then the kids came into the kitchen saw his glasses and laughter filled the house.
I got down from the ladder, and he told me; “We need to figure out a better way of getting the paper on the ceiling.” We all took a break together, and then he told me to stay out of the living room. He had an idea…I was replaced by a ladder and a cardboard box! LOL!!
“…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?” Vincent Van Gogh
One of my favorite artists (of our modern age), that paints scenes of nature, is Fawn Mc Neill, she see’s and transfers her vision on canvas so beautifully. I unfortunately, only own one of her paintings, but it is one that I see everyday.
I love flowers, and this is perfect to see first thing in the morning to remind me that it’s going to be a great day. Fresh cut flowers die, but flowers on canvas life for eternity. I life the face that she add the leaves of the flower as contrast to the stark pink. It’s magnificent!
“Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.” Vincent Van Gogh
Maryanne Jacobsen is one of the few artists that I only own one piece of art from her body of works. I love this romantic piece in my living room. As the beautiful model takes her time in the garden to tend to her flowers. She is dressed in a vintage or antique dress with a red ribbon in her hair, and tends to red flowers, and finally there is a giant red bow on her back. Maryanne is directing our eyes to specific locations of the painting. Our subconscious mind looks at the red first, and then travels all over the painting. Her placement of the red in a triangle makes the most of canvas. Maryanne wants us to look at the at details and the nuances of the work.
“Empowering women is key to building a future we want.”
“We should come home from adventures, and perils, and discoveries every day with new experience and character.” Henry David Thoreau
One reason why I haven’t been able to keep up with my blog is because I haven’t been able to keep up with my own life.
Honestly, I need a vacation!
Recently, I have been gone just about every weekend. A few weekends past, Sunni and I went to Los Angles. OMG! So, in Los Angles double yellow lines are only suggestions to the people that reside in the area. If you are a visitor in the area of Los Angles make sure that you remember that it is like driving in the wild, wild, west. If you’re in the fast lane, you better being doing at least 70 MPH. AT LEAST…wink, wink.
When I am done working at a venue, I like to take a little side trip to learn something. This particular time, it was going to Mission San Juan Capistrano. Sunni and I rented the head sets, and were off on our adventure through the Mission. It was so beautiful and informative. Here are some photos of our adventure…
This particular small pen and ink of Old Venice is one of my favorites. I purchased this from an obscure little antique shop, one day when I was out traveling around the SF Bay area. I’m not sure if the piece reminds me of the day or I just get swept up in the visual imperfections. I do remember that it was raining that day, and the kids had a minimum day (meaning they would get out early), so I went on a mission of discovery in the local antique shops. I got so caught up in looking, I was almost late for pick up time.
As far as the art work, I love that the artist uses only a few colors to tell the story. Relics in the foreground, with a couple waiting or enjoying the view of St. Marco across the lagoon. The reflection of the city in the water tells us that the water is still. Which may also reveal that this is probably spring, and still cold outside.
Not only do we have our Sunday dinners together, but we also enjoy our Sunday breakfast. Anyone that has been to my house knows that I use olive oil for cooking, and that is no different with my pancakes.
What are you going to need?
2 cups of all purpose flour 1/2 teaspoon of baking soda
1/2 teaspoon of salt 2 large eggs
1 1/2 cup of milk 3 tablespoons of Olive oil
Mix all your dry ingredients first, and then add the wet ones. Get as many as the lumps out with the whisk as possible.
While you are mixing the wet ingredients, you may want to turn on your stove top so the skillet gets hot before adding your butter or your olive oil to the skillet.
Use a ladle or a bog spoon to scoop some batter to add to your hot and now oiled or buttered skillet. Depending on the size of your skillet or griddle you can do many or a few, but you will want to flip once tiny bubbles appear on your pancakes.
Once you have them on the plate you or your guests can decide if they want butter or jam on their pancakes. We use hartley farms jams, not only are they our neighbor, but a friend that makes awesome jam!