I am not a cake person. Sure, I can eat a delicious slice of birthday cake every now and then… but lead me to the pies! Blueberry… Apple… Cherry…
Over Thanksgiving Vacation, I have been allowing my innate desires for feasting on a scrumptious slice of pie after every meal… even for a bedtime snack!
For the Thanksgiving Meal…
A Cinnamon Apple
A Tart Morello Cherry Pie with Cross-Tie Crust
An Old-Fashioned Pecan Pie
A Classic Pumpkin Pie
For the Extended Holidays…
Strawberry Cheesecake Pie
A Coconut Cream Custard Pie
An Apple Strudel Pie
A Strawberry Rhubarb Pie
A Georgia Peach Pie
Soon, I hope, my desires are sated….
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he Daily Post- November 25, 2016: Sated
The sounds of the stringed instruments softened and seemingly evaporated into the still of the night.
Uncle Alfredo’s last wish… the annual open concert- concerto, actually, in The Greens.
The Greens… the only remaining open space in the city limits. Uncle Alfredo had willed it to city council to be used in-perpetuity as a city park. With stipulations… we were attending one of them.
Tonight was The Fourteenth Green’s Concerto.
Uncle Alfredo had started them when he turned eighty. His birthday present to the city. He was always in attendance… seventh row on the side of the woodwinds.
I did not think that he would make this one.
Uncle Alfredo’s hand stiffened in my hand, and then and relaxed, as the last sounds of the concerto found its way into the surrounding woodlands.
As the concerto ceased, so did Uncle Alfredo.
Just the way he would have wanted…
Create a 100+ word flash using the picture prompt. A late entry… Friday Fictioneers. Requirements:
Share Your World – 2016
Are you a traveler or a homebody?
I am both. When I was younger… The traveler. As I found my passion for teaching and watching the ‘light bulbs’ brighten atop my student’s heads, I became a homebody who vivaciously consumed the local attractions. Now, in my wiser years, I am a homebody looking forward to becoming the traveler once again. To be a traveler… visiting the historical sites of our world and envisioning life as it once must have been.
What kind of TV commercial would you like to make? Describe it.
My TV commercial would have to be about the wonders of salt…. I hope that it mutates soon… into the wonders of many varied spices…
Describe yourself in a word that starts with the first letter of your name.
“A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots.” Marcus Garvey
“Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” George Santayana
“In the past, people were born royal. Nowadays, royalty comes from what you do.” Gianni Versace
This is a lifestyle philosophy…
“TO LOVE is to find pleasure in the happiness of others.” Gottfried Wilhelm von Leibniz (a German philosopher and mathematician)
Meticulous, deliberate, purposeful, analytical, disciplined
“The greatest tragedy is not death, but life without purpose.” Rick Warren’s The Purpose Driven Life
List some fun things for a rainy day.
Curling up by a roaring fire and enjoying a new novel by Stephen King, James Patterson, John Grisham, Dean Koontz, or Patricia Cornwell … then a quick nap.
Answer the four questions. Share Your World – 2016: Week #46. Requirements:
To hike or not to hike…. There is no question. The answer is always… HIKE!
I love the mountain trails to overlooks, or the valley excursions that take you to the base of a waterfall.
If this could be an every weekend occurrence, life would be grand.
The Daily Post: November 13. Lofty
Here are some OR questions that I would love to know the answers from my readers:
Dog or Cat?
Netflix or Cable?
Cake or Pie?
Books or Movies?
Pen or Pencil?
The answers for me…
I enjoy cats, but dogs are a man’s best friend.
Netflix is where it is at… Sports are still on cable.
I am a lover of pie! Favorite… Strawberry/ Rhubarb
Books and Movies… They are now equal? (That is rather sad?)
I hate pencils!
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he Daily Post, November 11, 2016. Or
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For me, vegetables are an acquired taste. I am a lover of fruit.
Growing up, we had a large garden, but it was beans, corn, peas, limas, potatoes and tomatoes. We planted cantaloupe and watermelon and a few beets and onions. No other vegetables existed.
Frankly, If I had to take a quiz on what many of the other vegetables even looked like, I know that I would not score 100%.
Vegetables, for me, fall into three categories..
Vegetables I Love
Vegetables I Am Learning to Appreciate
Vegetables, I Wonder Why God Made This One?
Vegetables That I Love
Cantaloupe (Thought this one was a fruit!)
Corn (From the cob, or drenched in butter)
Green Beans (plus)
Lettuce (I’m not sure this is actually- by law- a food?)
Pumpkin (only in pies)
Sweet Potatoes (The way this one is fixed, it is really in the sugar group, not the vegetable group?)
Watermelon (Thought this one was a fruit, too!)
Vegetables I have yet to acquire a taste for… but probably should.
Acorn Squash (I have never eaten it on purpose.)
Asparagus (Would love to plant this one in the garden to sell!)
Beets (Loved them as a kid, Don’t think I have had them for over 20 years?)
Carrots (In a salad… Beginning to try them with Ranch Dressing.)
Celery (In a salad… Beginning to try them as a snack as well?)
Cucumbers (Getting used to pickles) (Enjoy, a little bit on a salad)
Onions (Only as a seasoning)
Peppers (Only raw ones… the cooked ones… YUK!)
Radishes (In a salad)
Shallots (Only as a seasoning)
Spinach (Only at Subway)
Summer Squash (I have never eaten it on purpose.)
Zucchini (I have never eaten it on purpose.)
Vegetables That Art Presently in the NO category…
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he Daily Post: November 10, 2016. Vegetal
The semifinals. I could not believe it.
Andrew had been after me to teach him chess for the last year. Finally, I agreed.
Andrew thumped me our third game. By the seventh game… no contest.
He was good. He was better than good.
Chess was all he wanted to do. Gone were baseball and soccer. No longer was mastering jazz on his sax a cool endeavor.
I threw on the brakes, somewhat.
We reached a mutual understanding. (Imagine, needing a peace accord requiring an eight-year to participate in playtime.)
One sport was required each season. Music lessons were reduced to just one-half-hour a day. Grades in school were to be at a B+ average.
For these concessions, I promised a Master’s Federation tutor and a chess tournament quarterly.
After being victorious in his first four 16-and-under tournaments, Andrew was now in his first Adult Federation Challenge.
New York City. Central Park. The semifinals.
Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Requirements: Using the photo prompt create a flash fiction story of 100-150 words.