"Bleached to within an inch of their lives."
I grinned from ear to ear when I heard Anita Best use that expression recently in reference to how the 'old timers' would treat flour bags before they would use them to make quilts. I had not heard the expression in years but I am pretty sure I grinned from ear to ear the last time I heard it.
As I mentioned in a previous post, if it is moving I can't photograph it! Wildlife photography will never be my forte.
Photographing food and flowers is doable for me because, for the most part, food and flowers don't move. But there is a critical element to this type of photography that does move...the sun!
I had been feeling 'off' lately.
My oldest son officially moved to the mainland. Likely for a very long time. I am thrilled that his career is going the way he wants, but sad that it takes him away from home. A major landmark in the map of our lives.
After he left I hit the highway for some time with girlfriends. A great remedy for turning 'off' back 'on'!
I have an Uncle Fred who isn't my uncle. He's my cousin. First cousin once removed, to be exact. But I call him Uncle Fred because, well...that's what we call older gentlemen around the bay. Uncle. A sign of respect in a lot of small communities.
Uncle Fred is an entrepreneur by nature. He has started lots of businesses over the years. He ran a motel. He ran a gas station. He ran a liquor store. He ran away from home with my Dad once...but only for a brief randy and only to Norris Point! Another story for another time.
Uncle Fred was always in the busing business and, at one point, had tour buses servicing beautiful Gros Morne National Park. One day a tourist, pointing to some flowers in the ditch, asked him, "What are those flowers called?". Uncle Fred replied with, "side-of-the-roadums". Quick thinker, that Uncle Fred.
Button, button, who's got the button?
Do you remember that game? We used to play it at birthday parties when we were kids. It was such a thrill to play!
For those who never played, all the kids were arranged in a circle, with the kid who was 'it' in the middle. Everyone held out their hands, palms together. The kid who was 'it' also held their palms together and held a button between them. He or she moved around the circle, sliding their hands between the hands of others, and at some point dropped the button to someone else. This continued with all the kids around the circle, so that no one knew who had the button (except, of course, the kid who was 'it' and the kid who had the button!). Then, everyone took turns guessing who had the button. When guessed correctly, that kid was now 'it' and the whole process was repeated.
I can't believe I had never heard of 'galettes' until just this week. Honestly. How could this happen? I love pastry and they are pastry. I love rustic and they are rustic. I love easy-to-make and they are easy-to-make. Galettes, where have you been all my life?
I saw a picture of a rustic peach galette on one of my favourite blogs, Yeast Spotting. The pictures of their galettes are great. They made me hungry, and I think that is the point of food photos. So, I made some galettes!
I have included my recipe for galettes below. I tried a few recipes this week and am including my own variation. You can use any berry or soft fruit. The first day I made them I had enough strawberries for two strawberry galettes. I also made a batch using frozen mangoes and another with fresh cherries.
I am just back from the 3rd annual Bob Parsons Tribute. A little-known celebration of a man who loved music in a very big way.
Bob Parsons was the man I called 'Dad'. Music was a very big part of who he was.
I don't know what it is like to have a social gathering and not have some homemade music injected at some point. That is a gift that Dad gave to his family and his friends.
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