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Hello, Monday
Apr. 27th, 2020 01:23 pm This is not probably going to be a very long journal entry today. The sun is out and Mason would like to go off for a walk after he finishes his Stats quiz.
I just wanted to catch y'all up on a couple of things. Do you remember when Shawn had suddenly very dark and scary urine? This was not the bloodclot or any of the other small (and large) dramas around that, but had happened right about when all the COVID-19 stuff had only just started to make it impossible to get in to see your general doctor? ( cut for medical stuff you might not care about and some covid talk )So, that was my morning.
I was grateful for last night's rain. I have been waiting for rain because my garden is looking pretty parched. I also spread a bunch of cover seeds and I am anxious for them to begin to spout. We are supposed to get rain on and off this week and I very much hope we do (even if it means I can't go for my daily walks.)
This weekend I seem to have inspired a bunch of my Facebook friends into remembering the pie crust cookies their grandmothers/mothers/parental unit types used to make for them that involved taking scraps of leftover (or screwed) up pie crust and dusting them with cinnamon and sugar and baking them for a few minutes. I normally just do like gramma did: leave them as misshapen scraps, brush them with a bit of water, and throw cinnamon and sugar on them, but I got fancy this weekend and pulled out the cookie cutters and the colored Christmas sugars:
Because: DINOSAURS
Image: dinosaur and star cookies with an egg wash and Christmas sugar.
I feel like both my grandmothers would be rocking this apocalypse. For certain my grandma Mouse had already lived through the Spanish flu pandemic, having been born in 1909. I remember her birth year because it was, apparently, also the first year they issued the Lincoln head penny. Of course now that I am so certain of it, 1909 could very well have been my grandpa's birth year. Memory is like that.
The point is, however, they were already doing like a lot of people who had lived through the Great Depression were doing: saving all the things and never wasting ANY food. Hence the recipe where you even use the sort of dull pie crust leftovers.
Did your grandparents/parents do anything like this you've been thinking about later? I'd love to hear some wisdom from the elders, as it were.
I just wanted to catch y'all up on a couple of things. Do you remember when Shawn had suddenly very dark and scary urine? This was not the bloodclot or any of the other small (and large) dramas around that, but had happened right about when all the COVID-19 stuff had only just started to make it impossible to get in to see your general doctor? ( cut for medical stuff you might not care about and some covid talk )So, that was my morning.
I was grateful for last night's rain. I have been waiting for rain because my garden is looking pretty parched. I also spread a bunch of cover seeds and I am anxious for them to begin to spout. We are supposed to get rain on and off this week and I very much hope we do (even if it means I can't go for my daily walks.)
This weekend I seem to have inspired a bunch of my Facebook friends into remembering the pie crust cookies their grandmothers/mothers/parental unit types used to make for them that involved taking scraps of leftover (or screwed) up pie crust and dusting them with cinnamon and sugar and baking them for a few minutes. I normally just do like gramma did: leave them as misshapen scraps, brush them with a bit of water, and throw cinnamon and sugar on them, but I got fancy this weekend and pulled out the cookie cutters and the colored Christmas sugars:
Because: DINOSAURS
Image: dinosaur and star cookies with an egg wash and Christmas sugar.
I feel like both my grandmothers would be rocking this apocalypse. For certain my grandma Mouse had already lived through the Spanish flu pandemic, having been born in 1909. I remember her birth year because it was, apparently, also the first year they issued the Lincoln head penny. Of course now that I am so certain of it, 1909 could very well have been my grandpa's birth year. Memory is like that.
The point is, however, they were already doing like a lot of people who had lived through the Great Depression were doing: saving all the things and never wasting ANY food. Hence the recipe where you even use the sort of dull pie crust leftovers.
Did your grandparents/parents do anything like this you've been thinking about later? I'd love to hear some wisdom from the elders, as it were.