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The Kitchen Table

Posted in Books, Journaling, Wedding, Country, tagged , , , , , on October 9, 2012| 2 Comments »

Finally, Fall has arrived. Someone once said that a person’s favorite time of year is related to their birthday, which makes sense. Our whole lives we have been celebrating our birthdays, or at least until we’d rather forget them, and so we’ve become conditioned to “like” that time of year. It’s true in our family; the September babies love the Fall and the August babies adore Summer. Thought I would share this little kitten’s morning picture. She was born on a seasonal cusp, but I can already tell she has a preference for furry sweaters.

I wonder, will the Love Bug’s birthday party happen before school starts or after? This is a very big question since school levels the playing field and expands potential invitees. It will most likely depend on which part of the country our children decide to live in, whether school begins before or after Labor Day. I have pictures of birthday parties in 1950s Victory Gardens, they were small affairs with everyone wearing pointy hats, sitting around the kitchen table. Think about your Mother’s kitchen table. You’ve started back in school and the days are getting shorter. You joined a bunch of kids off the school bus, kicking leaves and slowly meandering your way home. You walk into the house and it’s warm, almost too warm compared to that crisp Fall day. But the smell of cooking is the first thing to hit you. It surrounds you and you melt into it.

My foster mother Nell stayed at home. Her generation was almost required to stay home if the husband could provide for the family. She once told me she worked for a short time at a store before she married, but she never learned to drive and so she was marooned in our little house. She seemed happy to me, but I wonder now. Her gift to me is priceless. Taking me in, loving me like I was her own child. And her comfort food can still make a bad day better. She made “Haloopkeys” (I have no idea how to spell it) – a Slavic dish of stuffed cabbage with pork and rice and cooked in sauerkraut, served up on a formica table with chrome legs. Every culture has a stuffed vegetable delicacy. And every person on earth has a memory of their mother’s kitchen table.

My Fall Table

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The Libra in Me

Posted in Books, Journaling, Wedding, Country, tagged , , , , , , on September 27, 2012| 2 Comments »

“What man can pretend to know the riddle of a woman’s mind?” Don Quixote

The Bride and the Groom are very evidence-driven. While I was visiting for the Love Bug’s birth, a Food Truck festival just happened to coincide with her first weekend on the planet. What better way to introduce a newborn to her Nashville environs! But I was conflicted. Do you dare take a 5 day old out among thousands to a public park, in 90 degree heat? My first thought was “No.” Absolutely, positively no…and it reminded me of our first ‘almost’ outing with the baby Bride in the Berkshires.

A friend was hosting a big end of summer party that was going to have a hot air ballon tethered to the ground. Bob was very hot on going and taking our newborn up, up and away. Or somewhat away since the ballon was tied to the earth. I was hormonal and irritable. The more pilot Bob was insistent, I became more intractable. It was my first sign, married life with this man was going to be one long negotiation. But I dug in my heels, and we stayed home. There is nothing quite like parenthood to bring out the mama grizzly in a once perfectly calm, sane woman.

So I stepped back. The Groom was in my camp; thankfully his first reaction to the Food Truck idea was similar to mine. My daughter, however, desperately needed to get out of the house, and of course Grandpa Bob was all about food en plein air, with trucks! It was a stalemate. But, I was also on a many year quest to find the Grilled Cheeserie Truck! Like the famous windmill, this particular phantom truck was widely known throughout the Music City, and I had either just missed it, or passed it by unknowingly, or on one particular occasion, it just never showed. All indications were that the Grilled Cheeserie truck was going to be there. http://thegrilledcheeserietruck.com

What to do? Well, back in the day we didn’t have google with expert opinions on childrearing at our fingertips. We had grandparents, and aunts and friends we could call; I would sometimes consult Penelope Leach’s book. Instead of Apps, we had age-old parenting myths to rely on. In some ways, I think that may have been easier. But after a quick search and texting some friends with a 2 week old baby about meeting up, we hitched that Love Bug up, way up on her Daddy in a Becco baby carrier and headed out to slay the dragon of food trucks. The Grilled Cheeserie truck was there! Unfortunately, the lines were so long and the heat was so hot, we only managed a quick walking tour and went home. My quest continues. On balance, I always like to weigh the good with the bad and the grilled cheese, which I am determined to find on my next trip!

The Fall Menu

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Where Baby Bliss meets Normal

Posted in Books, Journaling, Wedding, Country, tagged , , , , , , , , on September 8, 2012| 1 Comment »

Normally, you would find some smart-alec retort here about politics. Normally, I would try and weave some family story into my opinion, hopefully with a dash of humor or at least a dollop of wit. And don’t get me wrong, I watched a few snippets of both conventions. I loved the nun and the ex-President, and even Mrs Mitt wasn’t too saccharine sweet. But life stopped being normal on August 25th, when I found myself transformed from the Mother-of-the-Bride to the Grandmother.

Nothing really prepares you for this stage in life. Gone are the black shoes and stockings of my Nana from Scranton, PA. I’m not pickling things and storing cans on the shelves leading down to the basement. I still have the sacred memory of Nana taking me to my very first movie – Picnic, starring William Holden and Kim Novak. In 1955 I was 7 years old when this classic was released and Nana told me only big girls are allowed in a movie theatre and that I couldn’t leave my seat and run up and down the aisles. Of course I can’t remember the plot, but something “big” was happening in the grass and I was praised for staying put.

Can you remember your first anything? The first time you rode a real bike, the first kiss? Mine happened on the Kindergarten school bus. A boy named Lloyd, who’s mom was what we called then a “war bride” from London, cornered me and kissed me. i remember feeling somewhat terrified and proud all at the same time. Growing up can be challenging. The simple courage to try something new has prompted Jamie Lee Curtis to write her latest children’s book, “My Brave Year of Firsts.” Curtis said, “I started thinking about how often we ask children to try things, and it brought up to me the bravery of being a kid; for a child, jumping a rope, riding a horse, tying shoes, going to school — all are new activities. But adults don’t naturally choose to do something brave. We’re afraid we’re going to look foolish.”

It’s true. We ask our young children constantly to just try some new food, while we are content to eat the same old thing for breakfast, lunch and dinner. But last night I tried something new, and it was delicious! The Rocker rolled into the Music City with Aunt Cait and made us dinner. We feasted on yummy quinoa cakes with a cranberry curry and yogurt remoulade, all made from scratch! The kale salad on the side was the best I’ve ever tasted. Later we watched the documentary “Babies” and that was illuminating and fun!

The Bride gave her brother his first lesson in diapering. As I watched, I felt true bliss. My baby boy had cooked for his sister and his new niece. Better it couldn’t be.

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The Morning After

Posted in Books, Journaling, Wedding, Country, tagged , , , on June 25, 2012| 2 Comments »

What’s a person to do when they’re lying awake in bed at midnight buzzing with happiness and the let-down of a stressful but fun weekend? Why, get up and watch Pierce Morgan interview the Dalai Lama of course. Oh, and check in on my friend Karen’s Daughter-in-Law. I mentioned this gal before, Kath Younger (KERF) is our town’s famous food blogger, as big online as that Pioneer Woman out west, except that Kath is adorably real! And yesterday, she and her husband Matt documented the Bride and Groom’s baby shower here http://www.KathEats.com/party-hoppin

It all started on Friday, like any good Jewish celebration relatives started streaming in from points north and festivities were planned. The Rocker got his first glimpse of his sister’s 30 week belly at Barbecue Exchange in Gordonsville, a truly unique and delicious experience!

Saturday night we met friends on the mall for dinner. The weather couldn’t have been better and my Grand Dogs were very well behaved. How long does it take for the conversation to turn to medicine when 4 doctors walk into a restaurant? I always try to postpone the inevitable, but it never works. Once, when the band stopped by on a grand tour, we played a game of Trivial Pursuit with a group of medical students after dinner. I called it the artists vs the scientists, and the artists won! Ah those were our glory days! But this weekend the doctors were in; so sprinkled among the baby talk were consults on broken fingers and poison ivy.

Many thanks to the Groom’s Mom for co-hosting a great baby shower; and to Ashley East, Dinner at Home for the yummy salads. The baby-clothes-line-art-activity went particularly well (thanks Pinterest), in fact we couldn’t decide on a winner. And I am humbled by Kath’s opinion of my carrot cake. (photo courtesy of KERF) This 3 layer, toasted coconut, cream cheese frosted carrot cake has a special meaning for us. I found the recipe years ago in a Junior League cookbook, and I would make it once or twice a year with my daughter since she could stand on a stool and help. We’d bring it to birthday parties, we’d deliver it to a funeral, we’d demonstrate its deliciousness to visiting French students; its secret is that it is overloaded with carrots. I still use the 1960’s avocado green Sunbeam hand mixer to whip it together. Of course, the Bride would always get to clean the frosting bowl. Baby girl was kicking up a storm this morning as they packed up all their presents and the dogs for the return trip to Nashville. Sweeter they couldn’t be!

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Gossamer Wings

Posted in Books, Journaling, Wedding, Country, tagged , , , , on June 9, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Have you ever tried to lose weight? And when you did, have you slowly watched the pounds pile back on? Yesterday, my recumbent bike reading at the gym included the latest installment of The Atlantic. It’s the June issue with a big ice cream cone on the cover that is crossed out by a black mark and titled, “The End of Temptation.” I thought it would be all about how Bloomberg is trying to demonize giant-sized Slurpees or something similar. Instead it was simple – it was about B F Skinner, behavior modification, and weight loss.

Did I mention I was a Psych major back in the day? I absolutely loved behavior modification, but unfortunately during the Cold War Skinner’s ideas came under attack for being too Fascist. It was perfectly OK to reward rats for a certain behavior, but manipulating people with psychological strategies was thought to be a no no. Study after study showed that his techniques worked well on annoying habits like nail biting. Then Skinner’s theory made headlines in the treatment of autism. Now in light of our current obesity epidemic, a leading researcher in weight loss, Jean Harvey-Berino, said it best in the Atlantic article; http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2012/06/the-perfected-self/8970/ by David Freedman, “The Perfected Self.”

“Willpower doesn’t work…What works heavily relies on Skinner – shaping behavior over time by giving feedback, and setting up environments where people aren’t stimulated to eat the wrong foods.”

Oy there it is again, “Wrong Foods.” So there’s right and wrong foods. I overheard a woman next to me at the gym on the same day say to her friend, “The kids love going to Denise’s house, she doesn’t lock her pantry.” Her little group laughed and I silently cried for her children with a locked pantry. They were a modern day Hansel and Gretel. Should we all turn Vegan and eat only raw food? Is it time for parents to become the food police? How do you think of food? If food = love, which is kinda how I think of it, then withholding certain foods would not be a good thing. I chose never to have candy in the house when the kids were growing up, so going out to the candy store became an event….and seeing Grandma Ada who always had a little candy tucked away somewhere was equally thrilling. Making candy forbidden may have caused problems, but it wasn’t absolutely forbidden.

Getting back to willpower and weight loss, Freedman writes poetically about the current apps and programs that actually work. He talks about scales that are wired to our computers, the “Lose It!” app, and the one affordable program that seems to work, Weight Watchers. He says it is very Skinnerian only with gossamer walls. Skinner’s subjects were kept in a glass cage, where everything they did was monitored, every behavior they wanted to reinforce was rewarded. Who would want to live in a glass cage? Well it seems we do, remotely at least! More and more people are using these computer programs to lose weight. Take a look at Shape Up RI http://www.shapeupri.org/ started by some Brown medical students. And even good ole Weight Watchers has joined the fold and has added a bar scanning app to their online program. Thank you Jennifer Hudson. Yes sir, we can “share” every pound lost, and every exercise point gained with everyone!

I say if it works, Bravo! Go ahead and manipulate your environment and your smart phone to lose weight. But I am reminded of that little girl, the Bride’s friend who didn’t see the need for going on a walk to nowhere. Remember her? Well, her mom (my friend) was a lifer at Weight Watchers, and she told me once that her problem eating started in college. It seems her mom doled out only 2 Oreos at a time; so, when she was on her own in college, she ate the whole bag! This made me happy I didn’t dole out candy from a locked pantry!

Our Bride loves yoga, and our Rocker loves the holy guitar. Unfortunately I love to cook and I hate tracking everything I put in my mouth…maybe I’ll just walk more to start! And put on my gossamer wings and dance, dance, dance!

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Triple Dare You

Posted in Books, Journaling, Wedding, Country, tagged , , , , on May 29, 2012| Leave a Comment »

What does the city of Charlottesville, VA and Sir John Montagu, First Lord of the Admiralty, Great Britain have in common? They are both celebrating a momentous anniversary, 250 years! http://celebrate250.com/Would it help if I gave you a hint? The Earl is from the town of Kent in Sandwich…and he was a bit of louche, playing cards until all hours of the night. Legend has it that just when the Brit’s table manners were becoming more refined, The Earl asked to be served a piece of meat between two slices of bread. According to food critic Sam Bompus, “What you have with the sandwich is the shock of informality. He was a daring man to eat in such a way coming from his social background.” Little did he know that in his haste, he was ushering in our fast food generation.

Cut to today, and of course the blow out Diamond Jubilee celebrations for HRH Queen Elizabeth II, I had to ask myself, what is her favorite sandwich? An ex-Royal Chef enlightened me this morning on BBC. It seems Her Majesty was ahead of her time, only requesting local foods that were in season; in fact, Chef McGrady said that if he were to serve strawberries in January she’d probably have his head! Well I’m not sure I could belly up to one of these, but here is the Celebration Sandwich – venison, pate of guinea fowl with sour cream and flora (lettuce?), Stilton cheese, gin and Dubonnet (Her Majesty’s favorite cocktail, not quite sure how it is incorporated into the sandwich – http://cocktails.about.com/od/atozcocktailrecipes/r/dbunt_cktl.htm), beet root and apple juice from Sandringham. YUM! God save our Cupcake Queen.

From a daring Earl, to a beloved Queen, and back to our little Dominion; I was catching up on my beach reading the other day, sans beach, and imagine my surprise. There in the midst of May’s O magazine, in an article titled “How to Change Your Life at Any Age,” was my new friend’s daughter-in-law’s name, Kath Younger. I’d mentioned Kath Eats Real Food (KERF) before as a favorite local blogger,http://www.katheats.com/ but little did I know how truly famous she is! The feature was about two young girls, teens from Oregon, who ran out of peanut butter one day and decided to make their own, thereby launching Wild Squirrel Nut Butter. Jiffy this is not, it comes in tantalizing flavors like curious cocoa-nut and pretzel pizazz. Well, they credit sending a sample to Kath for sparking their business breakthrough. Her review – “SO blew my socks off!” And this is how business models and marketing are changing.

I’d call it daring to think you can improve on a lunchtime sandwich staple. I’d call it even more daring to believe you could make a living blogging about food. And I’d call an 18 year old future Queen of England, who insisted on becoming a truck driver and auto mechanic during World War II in part because she feared “…carrying about an inferiority complex for life,” very daring indeed! Happy Diamond Jubilee Your Majesty!

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When Less is More

Posted in Books, Journaling, Wedding, Country, tagged , on September 27, 2011| Leave a Comment »

What an amazing Tuesday morning. Half-asleep, I opened the kitchen door after serving doggie breakfast and immediately regretted it. There were two small polka-dotted fawns strolling by the tree line. I watched Miss Bean saunter belly-full out on the deck and stand perfectly still. What was she thinking? Now any normal dog would have either crouched down, trying the slow and steady approach, or started full throttle running off the deck. Not my Bean, not even a bark. She just stood there in rapt attention, finally settling into her usual “head between the rails” default position after they disappeared.

Bean on Guard Duty

To continue with a “less is more” theme for this tasty Tuesday, I thought I’d share a delicious Portuguese fish recipe that makes me think of my friend, Maria. Swordfish was on sale and I love cooking it this way. Five ingredients and one pan easy! First saute one garlic clove and half of an onion in EVOO. Then add one can of organic fire-roasted tomatoes and any other tomatoes and peppers from the garden. I cut the 1.3 lb swordfish steak into five generous chunks and placed them lovingly on top of this sauce along with a beautiful long, green Japanese eggplant cut into chunks that I found at the City market. Simmer for about 15 minutes and Voila! I served this over sourdough bread.

Unfortunately, I didn’t take any pictures but luckily I did for the next night’s dinner. My trinity rule of thumb is that you can eat leftovers for three days. The only exception is fish – two days max. So since I am still cooking for four, it’s important to creatively improvise with leftovers. Here is what I did with Portuguese Swordfish, take 2 – make a delicious fish stew by adding:

  • 1 small box of organic veggie broth + some water
  • chopped purple beans from the City Market
  • chopped okra fresh from the garden
  • more chopped peppers (include one jalapeno)
  • fresh herbs like rosemary and basil

If I had a sweet potato I would have added that too. Purple beans turn green when you cook them; and a 2 year old shelter dog named Miss Bean knows when and where to expend her energy. Either that or my prey-driven pup has developed compassion. Do we know when less is more?

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The Queen of Stir-Fry

Posted in Books, Journaling, Wedding, Country, tagged , , on September 6, 2011| Leave a Comment »

First of all, happy birthday to Freddie Mercury today. Queen’s indomitable frontman would have turned 65 today, and thank you Google for reminding us all. But let’s talk about another queen. Over this past holiday weekend, my lovely daughter the Bride celebrated her very first wedding anniversary by working a night shift in a very busy ER. She responds to many names: Doctor; Darlin; Magoo; and of course when I would recite her full name in response to teenage angst. And somewhere along the way to adulthood, she became the Queen of Stir-Fry.

I remember the first time I cooked a meal for my parents. It was Welsh Rarebit – a can of tomato soup with melted cheese and toast points. They were returning home from a big banquet and gallantly forced themselves  to eat. We laughed later about this innocent offering, a play on grilled cheese and tomato soup. And I remember the first meal the Bride made for us, the wok was chockful of fresh veggies and tofu. And whenever she’d return home for school vacations, this was a go-to, quick fix meal with anything left in the refrigerator, and she became the expert. A pinch of herbs, a dollop of fish sauce, and a star was born.

I recently bought a smaller wok, the better to stir-fry for two. So when Bob said he’s got okra ready to harvest in the garden, I pulled that baby out and started chopping. Stir-fry is so simple and so good. It makes any vegetable taste better. Here are the rules: use canola oil (olive and peanut oils tend to smoke and take away from the taste); start with garlic and add the tomatoes and pea pods last so they are crunchy; season with fresh herbs and soy, peanut  or fish sauce. If you look closely, you’ll see the tiny rounds of okra!

I still miss my daughter in the kitchen.

A year ago the weather suddenly changed, the drenching humidity blew away and the sun was shining on the new couple. We celebrated their marriage under a tent in an apple orchard. This is what it says on my Mother’s 1954 New Settlement cookbook – “The Way to a Man’s Heart.”

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Food Glorious Food

Posted in Books, Journaling, Wedding, Country, tagged , on August 25, 2011| Leave a Comment »

Have you ever heard a new word and said, “Of course!”  Maybe it’s not in the Oxford English dictionary yet, but you’ve had this “feeling” for ages and finally someone has put a name to it, maybe even an ICD9 code (medical billing jargon for diagnosis).  This morning on the Today show, while I was sipping my coffee, the proverbial light went off when I heard the word “Orthorexia.” It is defined as an obsession with “healthy or righteous eating”. I’m about to rant, so be prepared.

It all started when I was in college. I sat across from a couple who looked extremely hippyish, (granted it was a time for hippy) noticed they weren’t eating lunch and offered them some of my sandwich.  Oh the humiliation. You see they were some sort of vegetarian I’d never heard of, no leather shoes and they didn’t even eat honey cause of the way the bees were treated…let’s advance to the dawn of the 21st Century, my kids’ college years. Students had lots of excuses – allergy, gluten intolerance, all equaling extreme food elimination.  Skip ahead to the Bride’s medical school where I hosted a dinner and one girl was a vegan. So I learned how to make a vegan pesto with fake cheese.  Another night I heard one of her friends say, “That’s a bad food.” This girl is now an Ob-Gyn. I had to correct her and tell her there are no bad foods. How can a food be bad, did it misbehave? I tried talking about balance, but I’m not sure she was following.

And now I am distraught. Paula Deen and Anthony Bourdain are duking it out over our very food souls. It’s the butter Southern Queen vs the arrogant French Chef. Much as I love Paula, and the French in general, I had to laugh. Maybe it’s my Libran nature, but I think the Greeks had a word for it. Sophrosyne was its goddess and she stood for: moderation; discretion; temperance; and prudence. In other words, everything in moderation. The French hosts of the Bride and the MOH’s Junior year in Paris had hit on something when they told them we Americans are so fat because we “…bring doggy bags home from restaurants.” I scoffed at first. But hello, it’s all about proportion isn’t it, and portion-control. Not about bad ice cream.

Poor Bill, we now have an ex-President, post-MI, shunning his big macs and praising the vegan life-style. We have the “slow food” movement and the “eat local” set. In Cville we have Retail Relay, an online grocery service that lets you “meet” the farmers who produce your food. We have moms insisting that peanut-anything can’t be served at school lunches (along with sugary anything and vending machines full of soda). Even fish have their “toxic” and “over-fishing” labels. It’s enough to make any home cook think maybe they’re poisoning their family.

the new food pyramid

A psychologist and founder of the National Centre for Eating Disorders in Britain said, “The attachment to strange eating systems and theories is now supported by a thriving industry and gives people a sense of status.”Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for healthy, fresh food. My Mom always told me that the way to a man’s heart…well you get it. Food equals love. Now pass me that croissant!

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Blogolicious Part Deux

Posted in Books, Journaling, Wedding, Country, tagged , , on August 6, 2011| Leave a Comment »

Welcome home to my Daughter, the Bride. She’s sleeping in her baby bed now (a New England full-size 4 poster), the one her Grandma tied a red ribbon around. We have a tight agenda, friends to see and a city market to explore tomorrow. Also heard it’s a tax-free weekend so some retail therapy may be in order. It’s the first time in three years of residency she’s had the ability to take a 3 day weekend for anything other than a wedding. But before we start the day, here are some of my random all-time favorite blogs – out of state (except for 1 or 2), family and friends as promised.

Famous and Not so Famous:

http://thepioneerwoman.com/  Ree Drummond was voted one of the top webcelebs on a Forbes survey last year, yet it’s hard to categorize her very professional blog. A Cali girl who married her cowboy (the Marlboro Man) and settled on a cattle ranch to raise her brood of beautiful children. Part food blog, part photo journalism/memoir, part homeschooling, she hits the right note of family in a virtual tone.

http://www.annleary.com/2011/08/mercury-wtf/ This is another professionally done blog by Ann Leary called “Wicked Good Life.” She wrote the novel “Outtakes from a Marriage,” and manages her farm complete with magnificent horses along with her celebrity husband, Dennis. Her byline is a kitchen sink of tags like: Art; City; Fear; Humor; and Writing. But if you’d like to see what the good life looks like, this is it!

The following are two foodie blogs I love. The first, “Relish This,” is from a writer cousin so not only are the recipes good, but they are delightfully fun to read. The second, “Food Porn,” is from my niece’s friend in MN. Full of seductively large, luscious photographs mixed with classic mid-western wholesomeness, this is a blog you’ll be drooling for.

  1. http://relish-this.blogspot.com/2011/07/nowsome-good-news-from-greece.html
  2. http://foodpornfor2.wordpress.com/2011/06/30/pork-and-lemongrass-meatball-salad/

http://doctorlynnsblog.wordpress.com/ And speaking of relatives, this is my brother the psychologist’s blog! Also from MN, it’s brandy new and I’m very excited about it. Its purpose is to help people find joy and meaning in life, so it is sprinkled with his compelling teachings and just plain good advice for strengthening our “psychological fitness.” He specializes in resilience. Think of Dr Phil, only much cuter. Speaking of which, spotted this artwork on a wall in our shopping center…..

Only in Cville

http://impactrichmond2007.blogspot.com/ Here is another relative I’m proud of, my cousin Anita in Richmond. She got the idea to start posting volunteer opportunities in her area for non-profits. Anyone can sign up and put their hearts and hands to good work! Bravo Ms Anita, and thanks for being my own personal Southern Welcome Wagon these last few years!

And now for two artsy Wedding Related blogs. First up is our beautiful pastry chef, Anita Gupta, who made the most yummy Guiness lager chocolate cupcakes with Bailey’s Irish Cream frosting, “Celtic Cupcakes” in honor of the Bride and Groom’s dogs. And second is the artistic and divine photography of Jack Looney. He just shot the Decemberists in concert and some killer takes of the brand new Martha Jeff Hospital that is about to open. Enjoy!

  1. http://www.eyecandycville.blogspot.com/
  2. http://jacklooney.com/blog/?p=3340

And how could I forget my son’s band?

http://www.theparlormob.com/ Album October 2011!

Water Play

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