Sam turned 20 on November 4th. She asked me to get her a cookie cake (which we do every now and then). So I got her a Mrs. Field’s cake with balloons on it (made of frosting, of course) and with the text comprised of LSU colors spelling out “Happy 20th Birthday, Sam”. She loved it. It was a nice day. The next day I had work. When I came home I saw the red cookie cake box sitting on the counter and I peeked inside to see how much was left and I saw one piece. But what I saw about that one piece took my breath away! Continue reading Superstition With Reason
The soup last week was delicious! That was the Picante Chicken Black Bean Soup. It was wonderful and only ended up being 6 points plus values for 1-1/2 cups! I put it with a salad or a good serving of vegetables and it made a wonderful dinner. If you try it, let me know what you thought.
Today I have something a little different… Continue reading Philly Cheesesteak Sandwiches!
I made those lovely Italian Turkey Burgers from the recipe I posted last Friday. They were wonderful; so much different than a regular hamburger! They were like gourmet hamburgers Continue reading Friday Food!!
“Come on, y’all, let’s go!” Dad would call.
We were getting ready to go to my grandmother’s house. Dad was an only child so Rie (that’s what we called her–short for Marie-with the emphasis on the first syllable) doted on him so. He didn’t mind, I don’t think. He talked to her nearly every day and had dinner with her (and all of us) once a week, every Wednesday. My grandmother was a real character. She said what she wanted to say and did what she wanted to do. Her house was next to the Sterns (which if you’ve ever been to New Orleans is down the street from Longue Vue Gardens on Bamboo Rd. near the Palmetto St. canal). Of course back then it was just the Sterns. I went to school with their grandson and we used to play in the gardens all the time. Funny that when I grew up it turned into a big deal. Continue reading Wednesdays At Rie’s
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Helpless.”
So I’m coming home from work on Thursday night. It’s been a hard week as I’ve been covering for my friend, Mona, who took some time to go help her son set up his new house. (How exciting!) But I’m wiped out! Yeah, the extra money helps. I love helping my friends when something comes up. I know they’d do the same for me, and they did when I had to go take care of my sister and when my dad passed. So I am thankful that they ask me to help because I want them to know that they can count on me and because I can use the money, definitely. But after work on Thursday, something just let go in my brain.