My mom sent me this title sight unseen as part of a book care package during quarantine, and I’m excited to share it with you for a few reasons. (Also, if you are separated from loved ones as a result of quarantine and want to say “I love you” without having to use Zoom, a book care package is a fantastic idea).
It Began With A Page: How Gyo Fujikawa Drew the Way, by Kyo Mclear and Julie Morstad has all the ingredients of a good kids’ book.
This past Sunday we celebrated Pentecost at church.
As a church worker, the Chaplain was familiar with the calendar and knew which week it was, so he would always wear the traditional red.
I would show up to Mass, flustered and with our pack of kids, and see a sea of red around me and feel angry because if I’d known, I’d have worn red, too. I love that sort of thing.
Why didn’t the Chaplain ever tell me, I wanted to know. Or even, just send me a link to the church calendar so I could find the information myself?
Newly Catholic, I know there are weeks we wear different colors to symbolize different things, but I don’t always know when, or even how to find the information.
This year, that running argument, our equivalent of who left the toothpaste cap off, was a complete non-issue.
Our first farm share is still several weeks away, but our family looks eagerly towards fresh greens again after a winter of pre-packaged salad.
In additional to empty aisles in the TP and cleaning products sections, the lettuce section of our local grocery stores has also taken a hit during this uncertain time. The result? Pickings have been slim, or nonexistent.
On one shopping run, the Chaplain sent me a photo from our bulk foods store of the empty shelves were the lettuce should have been. That day, he came home with a really sad bagged salad with limp iceberg and romaine lettuce. It was all they had.
We’ve had better luck with coleslaw, and so for the past couple of weeks, we’ve been buying cabbage almost exclusively. It has been much fresher than its limp brethren.
As we wait for farm share season, I want to share my favorite coleslaw recipe, from my mom, by way of the Amish, by way of the internet, with a few Red Herring adjustments.
As fiddle leaf figs were blowing up the lifestyle and home design internet a few years ago, I walked into a big box home improvement store one frigid night in February and saw fig plants sitting there in the houseplant section. They were just $10 for a decent-sized plant. I put two in my cart.
I’ve always loved plants and gardening, but I always felt my plants survived in spite of me, not because of me. It wasn’t for lack of good intentions.
The second and last day of Carnival is Carnival Tuesday. Originally we weren’t planning on doing anything that day, but I found out that mud mas is Carnival Tuesday and man, I really wanted to do it.
