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Emily and I had a great time... we plan to do that again soon!
I spent a good portion of yesterday making beef stock. Not only does it take forever but the hardest thing for me is to not stir something at a lazy boil on the stove! Today I'll be trying the marchand de vin sauce and a london broil. If it works out, I'll post the recipe. Although I must warn that it looks like it's going to be one of those things that takes all day to make.
Fortunately, I like cooking when I have the time for it although I notice that it wears me out.
I am also working on the borders for my Don't Go Out A-Lone Star quilt. It's slow going because the cats keep lying on it. They don't care that it isn't finished, they love it already.
1st charm story:
There's a charm on my bracelet that is of an oyster that opens to a pearl. In 1968, my parents took me and my brother on the train to New Orleans from Nashville. It was a sleeper train so we got to spend the night in the bunk beds. When we got there, they took us, at some point, to an oyster bar on Bourbon Street. Since I was 4, I refused to eat the raw oysters (some things never change), I didn't smoke and I wasn't allowed to drink in public yet. So I went over and watched the man at the oyster bar shucking the oysters. I'd been there for several minutes when he told me "Hold out your hand, cheré." I did and he put a pearl that he'd just found in it. I brought it home and Mom had a friend of hers set it in silver and hung it on a chain for me. It's the thing I remember most about New Orleans.
I spent a good portion of yesterday making beef stock. Not only does it take forever but the hardest thing for me is to not stir something at a lazy boil on the stove! Today I'll be trying the marchand de vin sauce and a london broil. If it works out, I'll post the recipe. Although I must warn that it looks like it's going to be one of those things that takes all day to make.
Fortunately, I like cooking when I have the time for it although I notice that it wears me out.
I am also working on the borders for my Don't Go Out A-Lone Star quilt. It's slow going because the cats keep lying on it. They don't care that it isn't finished, they love it already.
1st charm story:
There's a charm on my bracelet that is of an oyster that opens to a pearl. In 1968, my parents took me and my brother on the train to New Orleans from Nashville. It was a sleeper train so we got to spend the night in the bunk beds. When we got there, they took us, at some point, to an oyster bar on Bourbon Street. Since I was 4, I refused to eat the raw oysters (some things never change), I didn't smoke and I wasn't allowed to drink in public yet. So I went over and watched the man at the oyster bar shucking the oysters. I'd been there for several minutes when he told me "Hold out your hand, cheré." I did and he put a pearl that he'd just found in it. I brought it home and Mom had a friend of hers set it in silver and hung it on a chain for me. It's the thing I remember most about New Orleans.
