Friend Jan told me I should tell the rest of the bread story.
So after eating my beef sandwich and still not being satisfied, you'd think I would find a healthy food alternative. Right? Nah.
I went back to the white bread . . .
toasted . . .
slathered . . .
with real butter . . .
three slices.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
White Bread - not wonder bread in my book
It's a sunny Monday morning. I stopped at Fresh Market this morning to buy some black grapes. Shoot! They weren't as sweet as I had hoped. Oh well. This is Illinois in March. I'm serving them tonight with Jarlsburg Swiss Cheese. Yummy. This is dessert, it's so good.
As I was pulling out of the parking lot, there was a bag sitting by itself, away from any cars. Hmmm. After just watching the Iraq war movie, "The Hurt Locker", I thought of bombs as I approached. What if there's a bomb in there. All it takes is for me to slightly move it and I'm in 1 million little bits. But again, this is Illinois! As I peeked in the bag - KABOOM! - just kidding. It was a loaf of white bread from Jewell. It must have fallen out of someone's car. Should I take it? No one around. What if it's been poisoned? The cheapness in me won out. Home it goes - even though I NEVER buy white bread like this. How can I pass it up? When I got home and made a beef sandwich with it (and am still alive), I recalled why I don't buy white bread. It practically disappeared in my hands even before biting into the bread. There's nothing of substance there! And after eating my should-be-filling sandwich, I was hungry for more - of anything!
Aren't you glad I'm educating you on white bread on this fine, sunny, Monday morning?
As I was pulling out of the parking lot, there was a bag sitting by itself, away from any cars. Hmmm. After just watching the Iraq war movie, "The Hurt Locker", I thought of bombs as I approached. What if there's a bomb in there. All it takes is for me to slightly move it and I'm in 1 million little bits. But again, this is Illinois! As I peeked in the bag - KABOOM! - just kidding. It was a loaf of white bread from Jewell. It must have fallen out of someone's car. Should I take it? No one around. What if it's been poisoned? The cheapness in me won out. Home it goes - even though I NEVER buy white bread like this. How can I pass it up? When I got home and made a beef sandwich with it (and am still alive), I recalled why I don't buy white bread. It practically disappeared in my hands even before biting into the bread. There's nothing of substance there! And after eating my should-be-filling sandwich, I was hungry for more - of anything!
Aren't you glad I'm educating you on white bread on this fine, sunny, Monday morning?
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Dear Blog of Mine
Dear Blog,
I've ignored you, haven't I? Facebook has captured my heart for the last year and you are unfortunately on the losing end.
Here are some of my current feelings:
Grateful, ecstatic, excited, hopeful: Daughter Ashley was flown to Virgin, Utah on December 8, 2009. We had reached a crisis moment with her. After several years of family upheaval, praying, searching, hoping for something to help us all, it seems our prayers have been answered through a good lawyer, educational consultant, and Falcon Ridge Ranch. Thank You Jesus. She is doing phenomenal. It seems I have my little girl back, plus a few years.
Jeff and I visit her next week. All of us are very excited. She wants to hug us, go out to eat with us, shop with us, visit an animal sanctuary with us, go hiking with us, share a song publicly for us, share a scrapbook she made for us. Can you tell my heart is full?
Proud and grateful: Son Colin has a good counselor who is helping him say goodbye to a girlfriend who has been bad news. Counselor says he knows a girl who might be a good fit for him. That's all he needed to say goodbye to the old one. He is making steps to truly cut things off with her - yet he has broken up with her at least 50 times. It seems different this time. He is not answering her calls or texts, except briefly to say it's over. He knows she may show up at certain times of the day so plans to be away from home (hey, whatever it takes!). So I'm proud of him finding the strength (with good support) to do this.
I've had fun lately trying to gather 6 or so antique plates, all different, to use when guests come for supper. I naively began my search thinking I should easily be able to find lone plates for around $3-$5. There are SOME at that price, but most are around $20. So I've taken up a challenge, to find bargains. Call me cheap - but this is more enjoyable than shelling out boo-coo bucks at every store I enter.
I'm also searching for antique cups and saucers (also having begun my search in the realm of naivety). They are usually $15-$20 each. My goal is again a mere pittance. Want to join me in my quest?
Random thoughts this morning:
My niece, Carrie, had a little boy this morning! Hurray!
It's muddy, brown, overcast but in the 40's today - so yay! I'll take it.
There's an estate sale down the street today - think I'll go check out if they have any antique plates or cups and saucers!
Book group is coming up and we're doing another fascinating book: Epicenter, by Joel Rosenberg.
All for now, Bloggie-dear. Until next time. . .
I've ignored you, haven't I? Facebook has captured my heart for the last year and you are unfortunately on the losing end.
Here are some of my current feelings:
Grateful, ecstatic, excited, hopeful: Daughter Ashley was flown to Virgin, Utah on December 8, 2009. We had reached a crisis moment with her. After several years of family upheaval, praying, searching, hoping for something to help us all, it seems our prayers have been answered through a good lawyer, educational consultant, and Falcon Ridge Ranch. Thank You Jesus. She is doing phenomenal. It seems I have my little girl back, plus a few years.
Jeff and I visit her next week. All of us are very excited. She wants to hug us, go out to eat with us, shop with us, visit an animal sanctuary with us, go hiking with us, share a song publicly for us, share a scrapbook she made for us. Can you tell my heart is full?
Proud and grateful: Son Colin has a good counselor who is helping him say goodbye to a girlfriend who has been bad news. Counselor says he knows a girl who might be a good fit for him. That's all he needed to say goodbye to the old one. He is making steps to truly cut things off with her - yet he has broken up with her at least 50 times. It seems different this time. He is not answering her calls or texts, except briefly to say it's over. He knows she may show up at certain times of the day so plans to be away from home (hey, whatever it takes!). So I'm proud of him finding the strength (with good support) to do this.
I've had fun lately trying to gather 6 or so antique plates, all different, to use when guests come for supper. I naively began my search thinking I should easily be able to find lone plates for around $3-$5. There are SOME at that price, but most are around $20. So I've taken up a challenge, to find bargains. Call me cheap - but this is more enjoyable than shelling out boo-coo bucks at every store I enter.
I'm also searching for antique cups and saucers (also having begun my search in the realm of naivety). They are usually $15-$20 each. My goal is again a mere pittance. Want to join me in my quest?
Random thoughts this morning:
My niece, Carrie, had a little boy this morning! Hurray!
It's muddy, brown, overcast but in the 40's today - so yay! I'll take it.
There's an estate sale down the street today - think I'll go check out if they have any antique plates or cups and saucers!
Book group is coming up and we're doing another fascinating book: Epicenter, by Joel Rosenberg.
All for now, Bloggie-dear. Until next time. . .
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