October 6

In 1996, the boy was in 1st grade.

We sent him to a private Christian school and I worked as the lunchroom lady to pay for his tuition.

That was also the year that we moved way. out. in. the. country.

A friend told me that I lived so far out that we had to pipe in sunshine.

Being so far out, I really began to feel the isolation.

1996 was also the year that Patty, another mom from the school, invited a bunch of us school mom’s over to her house for a cookie exchange.

I jumped at the chance because 1. cookies!  who passes up cookies??? and 2. adult women with whom I could converse!!!

While we were there, she showed us her quilts and suggested that we all meet at her place once a week, and she would teach us how to quilt.

More jumping at chance.

Patty was my sanity savior for the next 7 years.

In those 7 years I cranked out almost 25 quilts.

Quilts for the chips, Superman, 2 for the Sister, one for each of the parents, a couple baby ones, some for Missionary friends, wedding gifts, one for me that I haven’t finished yet, and then I started a flannel one.

Life got all discombobulated at the end of that 7 years and we moved into town.

Into a lovely Victorian house that is not conducive to space.

I heart the Georgian/Victorian era, but seriously! what were they thinking when it came to drawing up blueprints???

Quilting fell by the wayside, and I picked up other creative pursuits.

But now I have a sewing room again, and the quilt machine has begun to crank once again.


And I have finally finished that flannel quilt top I began almost 8 years ago.

Today I plan on putting it all together.

I don’t know where Patty is today, but thank you my dear friend.

Thank you for being there for me, for teaching me how to make soap, can chicken, make sweet pickle relish out of way to many zucchini, for teaching me that you shouldn’t put white and cream together in a quilt, and for being my friend.

October 5

I am a frugal person.

It is as much a part of me as my eyes are blue.

My grandparents grew up during the depression, and were very frugal. They took frugality and made it look like child’s play.

The very last memory I have of my Grandpa Teal is going over to his house around lunch time.

Grandpa was sitting at his small table with a bowl of beans.

No ham.

No onion.


Just beans.

Also sitting on the table was a jar of apple butter that I had made and given him.

He took his butter knife, stuck it straight down in the jar, pulled it out, and all that remained on the knife is what he spread on his piece of butterless bread.

grated apple

It was that image that stayed in my mind as I made today’s TWD of Double Apple Bundt Cake that Lynn of Honey Muffin picked for us today.

As I poured the cup and a half of apple butter into my batter, I wondered how many pieces of bread it would cover for my grandpa.

This recipe called for raisins, and as you all know, raisins do not belong in baked goods.


butterscotch chips

I also really don’t care for nuts in my cake, so I substituted butterscotch chips.


Today I plan on glazing this with a simple powdered sugar glaze, but I’m going to make it with apple cider.

This is a perfect fall cake.


If you’d like to make this easy, delicious, moist cake, then go check out Lynn’s blog.

October 4

Hey Internet!

It is Monday, and I am nosy.

I want to know what is your favorite fall dish that you make over and over.

My favorite fall dish is cheesy potato soup.

When we lived in Houston, my mom made this and I have been in love ever since.

It is just a cheesy bechamel (white sauce) with potatoes, ham and peas.

It is so good I could eat it till I am beyond full.

October 1

Welcome to French Friday’s with Dorie.

Our own Dorie Greenspan picked this month’s recipes.

Dorie starts out her cookbook, Around My French Table,  by saying how she had always wanted to go to Paris, and how when she and her husband had gotten a small windfall of money that is what they did with it.


The word that epitomizes romance, mystery and seduction.

I have always wanted to go to France.

Not necessarily Paris, but to the rural areas.

See the country.

Taste French wines.

Speak French as only I know how….very poorly.

Eat croissants, chocolate and French bread.

Soak up the countryside.

egg and dough

Today’s recipe is called Gougères.

scooped out

Pronounced goo-zhere.

Translated as ‘puffs’.

They are basically a pâte à choux (the stuff that sweet cream puffs and profiteroles are made from) with cheese.


Specifically Gruyère.

Since I live in Pothole, and Pothole doesn’t have such fancy schmancy stuff, I went with cheddar.


To be honest, I didn’t think I’d like them.

I’m not really into sweet puffs or profiteroles, but these were fabulous.
They taste a lot like the biscuits that you get at Red Lobster, minus the garlic, plus the flaky.

You can just pop them in your mouth,  stuff them with chicken salad, or egg salad, or tuna salad…if they last that long.

The best thing about these is that they only took about 5 minutes to put together.