March 24, 2013

“‘Comfort, comfort my people,’ says your God. ‘Speak tenderly to them….'” Isaiah 40:1

Comfort comes, like the poet’s fog sometimes, on little cat feet. It’s gentle, sometimes small and soft, and chords are struck inside of us that feel right and good. Often we don’t know that we need it; we weren’t searching for it. It just finds us. And that is a lovely thing.

In State of Wonder, Ann Patchett writes:

…Marina remembered a funeral her father had taken her to as a child, thousands of lights in paper cups
floating down the Ganges, the people crowded onto the banks, walking into the water, cutting through the night air filled with incense and smoke. She could smell the rot of the water beneath the blanket of flowers. At the time the spectacle had frightened her so badly she buried her face in her father’s shirt and kept it there for the rest of the night, but now she was grateful for the little she had seen. It didn’t explain what was spread out before her but it reminded her of all the things she didn’t understand… (p. 186)

Easter Eggs!!

March 22, 2013

My mother was the sister known for her baking, but after she died, the youngest of the sisters, Aunt Sara, became the go-to gal for goodies. She’d experiment with new recipes and fly around the kitchen, “slopping here and there,” according to her 8-year-older sister, our Aunt Bernice, (who was anything BUT messy; my land, she washed her trash) and what Aunt Sara came up with was always a winner. I don’t remember how old our girls were when she had to stop making them – but I believe she made individual eggs for each of the family members up until the girls were grown. Adding them all up, I’d say she made a ton of Easter eggs over the years.

In our house each egg was carefully guarded till they were gone. Mine was usually gone the first day. (I’ve been like this since early childhood, when I’d eat my entire chocolate bunny all at once and then would plot about how to get some of my sister’s, since she would eat a bit at a time – to torture me, I always thought. When our girls were babies, I’d fix them a basket with chocolate rabbits, knowing full well from the get-go who was going to eat those bite-sized baby bunnies. I do love a good bunny.) The Sally Forth comic strip was always my favorite, since Sally would always sneak into her daughter’s Easter basket and bite the ears off, just like I always wanted to do. It didn’t take our girls long to figure out that their chocolate had to be guarded, so each of Aunt Sara’s eggs were labeled and stored in separate places in the fridge. (I sometimes would sneak very, very thin slices from David’s egg, since I didn’t think he’d notice, and he generally didn’t.)

Anyway, all this is to say that I firmly believe Easter eggs personify something really big and wonderful and that they’re full of love. So that’s why today’s guests, a mom and her daughter, will have 2 on the table waiting for them. Their names are written on them, in case one of them has the same penchant for pinching as I do…..

Easter Eggs

1 stick butter
1 1/2 c creamy peanut butter
4 oz softened cream cheese
4 c confectioner’s sugar
1 tsp vanilla

Mix, shape, chill, then coat with melted choc which has about a tsp of paraffin melted in.

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