Lest my readers think that I’ve quit cooking, I am taking a break from my series on our recent restaurant experiences to share a peek at our breakfast this morning.
I am one of the lucky kids who got to be with my Mom in person this weekend and because I really am one of the lucky ones, my Dad and Bjorn were there too. My parents and I have always been a tight-knit little trio, and I’m thankful every day that Bjorn has made us into a fabulous foursome. We get along well. My parents drove us around town yesterday helping us finish some last-minute shopping for a big trip we depart on this Wednesday. We enjoyed some nice meals out, good talks, some time in the yard and somehow when they left, the house was a little neater and better decorated. I have a wonderful Mom! Thank you!
This is a day that we make a point of showing the precious women in our lives– our mothers, grandmothers, friends, cousins, aunts, mothers-in law and grandmas-in law — how much we love and treasure them. I dedicate this post to all of the kids celebrating their Moms today, and to all of the Moms who I hope are feeling loved and getting treated to something special. For my Mom, the woman who lives an inspired life and spends her time making it beautiful and going to the end of the earth for the people she loves — thank you for showing me how I want to live. Thank you to all of the Mom’s in my life for being the true examples of love, courage, generosity, inventiveness, selflessness and of course, awesomeness! I know some amazing Moms, and I have one! You are all a blessing!
Being a good daughter is easy with my parents. Sometimes when they visit, Bjorn and I prepare a fairly elaborate repast so that they get in on our cooking adventures. In contrast, one of the highlights of this weekend was recovering from the shopping expedition (shopping is not my forte) with beer and Cheetos and chips and salsa on the patio. Not only do we get along, but my parents like to do pretty much the same thing we do on a Saturday afternoon. They are easy-going which makes them good parents and good guests.
Even with a pre-trip fridge-purge going on I still managed to make breakfast. It is Mother’s day, after all. When I got up, I ran out to the yard and snipped some things that went to seed last year and grew up on their own: dill, chives, lettuce and a radish. I won’t get the veggie garden planted until after we’re back from our trip, but that hasn’t stopped it from shaping our recent meals of its own doing.
I rinsed the garden produce and let it dry and decided to make a salad. For the salad, I rinsed and drained a can of chickpeas, sliced a cup of grape tomatoes, a ball of fresh mozzarella and a few bunches of baby spinach from the farmer’s market that I had washed and dried and torn into bite-sized pieces. I tossed the veggies, cheese and chickpeas in a quick vinaigrette made of olive oil, balsamic vinegar, chopped chives and dill, a shake of Mrs. Dash, and some fresh ground black pepper.
I made some cinnamon-raisin toast and poached eggs. I also made bacon in the oven, which is the best food preparation idea since sliced bread. You simply place bacon on a rack on top of a rimmed baking sheet and place it in a cold oven. Turn the temperature to 400 degrees farenheit and check the bacon after 12 minutes. Between 12 and 20 minutes the bacon will be done to crispy perfection, or at least that’s what the omnivores reported.
We aren’t sure what we are doing to attract these noble red beauties to our yard, but we love their company and their song, and we hope that we won’t scare them away.
One of the things I picked up for our trip when I was shopping this weekend was a watercolour sketchbook and a small handful of watercolour pencils. I haven’t done anything more than doodle in a margin for ages, so hopefully I can shed some rust and relearn a few tricks from high school art classes.
Our Iris are doing well. My iris is truly an heirloom. The Iris were first planted in the yard in the house where my Grammie was born, they moved several times with my Dad’s family in the 1960’s and ’70’s before being planted in the back yard of the house I grew up in. They bloomed there for about 18 years and then they moved south to my parents home on the lake in 1995. Last summer I transplanted 20 or 30 bulbs to our back yard.
You won’t be hearing from me much or at all for a few weeks, but when we’re back, we’ll have seen some new horizons and have stories and inspiration to share. In the meantime, above is a sketch and an observations of our Iris. You never know, I might manage one more post before we leave…
Here is a little peek at how things come together around here. We live, I snap a few pictures and sometimes sketch one in watercolour and then put it all on the laptop with my words and thoughts and hit “publish”! It is a fun and happy life.