Saturday, April 27, 2013

Saturday Centus #157 ~ A Recipe of Love


Hi all, long time no see!

I haven’t participated in SC in a long time. This was short and I think I can pull it off so here goes..... 

The rules are to use the bold prompt in a story and to only use 109 words and that includes the 9 words in the prompt. The prompt is "Melt butter in a large skillet over medium-high heat."

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Melt butter in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Stir in two handfuls of brown sugar, sprinkle cinnamon over that, dot with cherries, dump in a can of crushed pineapple, and pour the yellow cake mix batter over that. Bake in 350 degree oven for twenty five minutes. Dahdah! my quick and easy pineapple upside down cake.

Gram, how come you don’t follow any recipes?

They’re all in my head sweetheart.

If I can get a ride to the nursing home tomorrow I’ll bring you a slice and maybe you can give me that Oatmeal cake recipe too.

That will be real nice Shelly.

I’ll look forward to it.
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~Ames

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Being Demoted

I find as I am forced to slow down there are many things in life I never took the time to observe and enjoy.

Over the holidays my normal mode of function is planning and executing .

Planning: Making lists of what to cook for the dinner, what to buy, what to cook first and last etc.

Executing: Prepping, cooking, cleaning, setting up for the big feast etc.

But once you have been demoted from chief cook and bottle washer, to a guest, it is then that you realize there are many things you never had the time to notice before.

Like......

Your older grandchildren organizing the Easter volleyball game.

Your younger grandchildren speculating the Easter egg hunt and where the best location is around the yard to look for that coveted "Golden egg."

Your daughter, who never wanted to learn how to cook when she lived at home, actually hums when she is busy in the kitchen.

Your dogs sitting on the outskirts of the kitchen watching your daughter move about like one watching a tennis match, but patiently waiting for the stray morsel to get flicked on the floor.

And your husband engaged in an actual conversation that is more than a "a huh" or "ok". Who knew he was so engaging?

Fascinating!

Being demoted to a guest.

I shall enjoy being one more often.
~Ames