July 31

Hey Internet.

It is Friday, and I am nosy.

I want to know what your favorite flavor of Lifesavers is.

Mine is ButterRum.   Can’t find them much anymore, but I just love them.


July 30

The other day I walked passed the window and saw this.

And I began to recall being 16.

Laying out in the sun.

Slathered in baby oil.

Listening to Huey Lewis and the News on the cassette player.

Drinking sweet tea.

Gossiping with friends about the guys in our youth group.

To this day, baby oil still smells a bit like burning flesh to me.

But at least I was tan, and when your 16…that’s about all that matters.


July 29

The boy is home this morning.

I love it when he is home.

I love to spend time with him.

It is a rarity for him to be home  anymore.

You know, because of all that school and work that he has to do.

There is something else that I love about him being home in the morning.

He makes me breakfast.

This is tons better than Rice Crispies.


July 28

I am a purist.

I always have been.

I like my steak only with salt and pepper.

Steak sauce is to mask the flavor of a steak that’s been cooked beyond recognition or in my case…anything past medium rare.

I like my diamonds large and in a setting all by itself.

All those teeny-weenie diamond chips that you need a magnifying glass to see…fugetaboutit.

But my ice cream.

Well, that’s when the area begins to gray a bit.

Lynn of Cafe Lynnylu picked today’s  TWD of Vanilla Ice cream.

Vanilla is just so…well…vanilla.

And vanilla is just so…not chocolate.

But if anything, TWD has shown me that not everything has to center around my beloved chocolate.

So, I figured that if I was going to make vanilla, it was going to be the best vanilla I could make.

Free range eggs.

Raw cream, and raw milk.

One of my very few, very precious plump vanilla beans.

And I followed Dorie’s directions to a ‘T’.

I cooked it, and cooked it and cooked it.

But it just wasn’t getting thick.

So I cooked it some more.

And then…my custard broke.

Beyond all repair.

I almost cried.

But I am of the opinion “waste not, want not”, so I soldiered on, and made it into ice cream anyway.

And because I just couldn’t get away from the pull of my beloved, chopped up Snickers went in too.

This ice cream is the best vanilla ice cream I have ever eaten.


Even without the Snickers.

And, Internet, I have eaten a. lot. of. ice. cream in my 39 years.

Want the recipe?

Go check out Lynn’s blog.   Please go check out her blog and make this ice cream.

Your summer will not be complete without it.


July 27

This year, Summer has decided to masquerade as Spring.

So, the chips and I have spent a lot of time outside in the evening, just relaxing.

And I am loving every single moment of it.

Until the boy steals my camera and tries to take all sorts of pictures of me.

I much prefer to be on this side of the camera.

Capturing the chips.

Being the chips.

They are my heart.


July 25


It is Saturday.

Superman is out of town on business.

The boy is away for the weekend.

It is just the girl and I.

I knew this about 3 weeks ago, so I began to make plans.

Now it is supposed to rain.  again.

Right when I have plans.

Somethin’ is seriously wrong with that.

Maybe we can pretend we are swimming.