One Plus One Equals Twenty-one

Fodder for the grandchildren.

Mice

I think mice

are rather nice.

Their tails are long,

Their faces small,

They haven't any 

Chins at all.

Their ears are pink,

Their teeth are white,

They run about

The house at night.

They nibble things

They shouldn't touch

And no one seems

To like them much.

But I think mice

Are nice.

                                                                     ~ Rose Fyleman ~

     In memory of the tiny, cocoa-colored rodent found scurrying across the carpet in the children's playroom at daybreak causing Girlybird to squeak.

Not Yo Mama's Mush

     When was the last time you ate fried porridge? For me it was Monday morning. 

     Before that it was 1965. 

     My Mama always called our bowls of cooked cereal mush. After feeding six hungry little snappers for breakfast, she often spooned the leftovers into a loaf pan. The next morning, after it had congealed in the refrigerator overnight, she sliced it, fried it and served it with maple syrup.

     I made mine with rolled oats, ground flaxseed, chopped pecans, salt, brown sugar and milk. My fried patties were too fine to call mush so a christened them porridge cutlets.

The Passenger's Photo Album - Home Fires

    

     Sometimes the fire and ice, the evening smoke and flame just outside our front door is as wondrous to us as a snapshot of the Arctic Circle or a gleaming, golden dome in Siberia.

Resolved

Faithful to her resolve to drink more chocolate this year, she poured herself another cup.