On a scale of 1 to 10….

Mildred….she insisted we call her Mildred. Not by her proper name, but her first. She was one of my Mom’s best friends and no matter what we called her, hospitality should have been her middle name. Advertisements

Who is coming to dinner? Part One

It’s later in the day, the phone rings – it’s your hubby.  He and the Boy Scouts, who have been out camping for the last 4 days, are headed home. They have had a horrid time. It’s been cold, it’s been wet and their food was eaten by a bear.  They miss their families and … Continue reading

Fah who for-aze! Dah who dor-aze! * (Our Cookie Party!)

Welcome! I hope you brought an appetite and a cookie recipe to share – if not, that’s ok – help yourself to any yummy ideas/recipes anyway – there’s ALWAYS enough cyber cookies for everyone!!

Jumbled Javaspeak

It’s a dangerous thing to let a non-communicative Javadawn back at her computer after several days weeks AGES away – there are SO many things rattling around in my blond brain – they just all are fighting to get out first.  (Please don’t try to psychoanalyze that statement – it’s simply too frightening – for … Continue reading

The falling leaves

drift by the window, the autumn leaves of red and gold. Please, partake of this.  You will be so pleased you did.  (And your children will be THRILLED)  Once again Jill has outdone herself.

An Open Letter to Mary

“My dear, you have been a thorn in my side for years. I have wanted to be like you, but find I keep ending up more like your sister. My prayer has been to find a way to blend the responses of both of you into one gloriously perfect hostess. Sigh….”