Saturday, January 30, 2016

One Plus One Equals Twenty-one

Fodder for the grandchildren.


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.

Friday, January 22, 2016

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.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

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.

Monday, January 11, 2016


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