Connor has been making line art lately, so I showed him how I used to do mine back in the day. Once he saw the one corner, he asked if I could make an entire square like that. When I finished drawing the third corner, he said that it looked like a comet warping the fabric of space-time, and wanted me to draw that.
So, I guess you could say this is a collaborative piece.
My hair is long enough to braid again! Kind of.
I’ve had the meatball recipe tucked away in my recipe box for some 20 years, but tonight was the first time I actually made them.
Technically, it’s not Memaw’s recipe; she got it from the Italian girl who worked in the kitchen with her at Bix’s, back in the mid-1970’s. I also didn’t make the recipe exactly as written, since it’s a restaurant recipe calling for 7 lbs of hamburger and three dozen eggs.
I didn’t think of these meatballs as comfort food as I was making them. It was only when I sat down to dinner and tucked into a savory memory that I realized what they were.
I’ve been missing my Memaw more than usual lately, even though she’s been gone for almost 18 years now. Even though it wasn’t my intention, making Memaw’s meatballs helped.
Time for the annual kitty physical and rabies shot. Normally, this would be in preparation for boarding Mei while we’re away on Spring Break… but we live in different times now.
My version of Distracted Driving: trying to get a better look at the icy tips of the tree branches shining in the morning sun.