I really do like to cook. Eating is a pleasure too and I am blessed with children, now young adults, who always liked to eat. No fussy eaters in our house! I wouldn’t allow sodas in the house and when we went to restaurants, they could choose soda as a dessert or a dessert but not both. I harped on the evils of sugar and television, at least, too much of either. We did and do eat chocolate.
This is my cousin’s cabin, at Lake Matinenda, from 2012. The earliest cabin is from the late 1930s and they all have pretty basic kitchens. We filter the lake water now but used to drink it straight from the lake. My family stayed in a tent mostly and my parents, mostly my mother, cooked on a single burner camp stove. Bless her! A lot of work! We all took part in the cabin work. Trash taken out by boat, filling water buckets, working with hand tools and cooking on burners. The propane refrigerator is much better than trying to function out of a cooler! It taught all of us good camping kitchen skills and we have family recipes for the lake stay.
My mother had plants all over a shelf running the length of their kitchen. She did a pen and ink drawing of the riot of flowers and pots and leaves. She then did a second one but this time the snapdragons were dragons and there were elves and fairies and monsters in all the plants.
My orchid is blooming riotously right now, with abandon, to the point where the pot barely stays upright. I love orchids, how long the blooms last, and how they would rather not be watered too much, and a flower that perches up on tree branches in jungles: how delightful and romantic is that? This one is in my kitchen window and makes me think of my mother.
For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #143: chair. Now we have a theme each week and I comb through my photographs. This is in my kitchen. The frame is the objects and my eye moves around the photograph, trying to decide what the focus is. Just a kitchen morning, really.
This is NOT a brilliant photograph, but I am putting it up anyhow. This is Tictoc, one of the two regulars that come to the hummingbird feeder outside my window and a new part of our family. Tictoc is grooming in this shot. I still have not figured out what species of hummingbird, nor whether male or female, though we’re over gender anyhow, right?
When I go out the back door during the day, Tictoc makes a ticking sound. I imitate it. Tictoc will talk back and forth a bit and recognizes me now. Which hummingbird tics like that? The Broadtailed “trills with wings in flight”, so that is my current guess.
I chose Tictoc remembering the Oz books. What wonderful flights of imagination.
I will take more pictures. This is through the kitchen window. We have a suet feeder around the corner. The birds come to that in groups, because Tictoc and the other hummingbird are very territorial.
Welcome again to 7 sins and friends, with a different feeling for each letter of the alphabet and that will barely scratch the surface of our rich human diversity….
D for determined.
1. having reached a decision: firmly resolved
2. resolute, staunch
I am determined in the picture. My friend B flew from the east coast for a three day weekend and we were determined to get to the wooden floor in my kitchen. The linoleum was easy, but underneath were squares of particle board, nailed around the edges at two inch intervals. We had two nail pullers, but one was far better than the other. We worked for as long as we could stand each day and by the time he left, we were finished! My back muscles complained for days about that nail pulling motion….
My son started violin in fourth grade. A classmate had been playing for longer and was better. He became competitive and determined to catch up with her. “You will have to practice a lot.” I said. He did and they were both concert masters as seniors….