An old expression that Joe and I say to each other, often. It always brings a laugh. We remember our Grandma's saying this years ago.
Here's the reason for the expression...
I'm in the kitchen making stuffed peppers for dinner. I'm standing at the counter, facing the patio doors, when I spot a male Cardinal on the feeder. He is feeding one of his young ( I thought.) The baby was so sweet....bending way down and begging to be fed over and over. I call Joe to watch and it's something that I haven't seen before. Wouldn't you know it...my camera batteries are charging for our trip this weekend. Not wanting to scare the birds away, I make my way over to the table and sit and watch for a long time. Sitting like a statue... not wanting to turn the pages of the newspaper lying there. Pretty soon our resident Cowbird lands on the feeder, along with his mate. Then the female Cardinal comes. Four birds were sitting together and eating. They all were taking care of this baby. I know that Cowbirds are known for laying their eggs in another bird's nest....and then the other birds take care of their young, but today, I found that wasn't always the case. Do you suppose that the Cardinals hatched the egg and now both sets of parents are looking out for this little one? I'm wondering if this is the only baby. Oh, how spoiled he will be :)
God knew what He was doing when He sent a gentle breeze and brought a lovely butterfly to set my heart at ease. The happiness of your friendship and the gentleness of your words have touched my life in special ways and now I feel assured. Thank you for your loyalty and for reading everyday. I only hope you find things to make a happy day.
Friday, July 1, 2011
We are going to my daughter's lake house over the 4th. I have been thinking about an appetizer to take. I usually am requested to make a veggie pizza, but we will be traveling in the car for a few hours, so that probably won't work. I thought that I would make a Bruschetta.....only my way. This is how it came about....
Joe had been fishing and came in the house and said...."I smell garlic!" The odor permeated the house. I had been cooking peppers that morning...peppers and garlic. We bought red, yellow, orange, and green peppers at the store and I cut some of them in strips to put in freezer bags for winter. I had some left to fool around with, so I cut them in strips and took 4 cloves of minced garlic and put them in a fry pan with a generous amount of olive oil. I salt and peppered them and put them on a med heat and cooked them until they had softened. There they were in the pan all juicy and shiny...covered with that garlic flavored olive oil. I was in the house that day...and really didn't notice the garlicky smell. I suppose it was overpowering to walk in and have that hit you in the face. Well, I still didn't know quite what I was going to do with them. Then the idea came to me...I love Bruschetta that you get as an appetizer in a restaurant.They usually come with chopped tomatoes on top. Maybe I could use it for that. This idea was swimming around in my head...I don't know if I have seen it done this way...or if I dreamed it up.
I cooled it down and put it in a container in the fridg. I'm thinking that I will take a loaf of French bread and slice it....brush it with olive oil and put the slices on the grill. After they are a little browned...I'll put a shredded blend of white cheeses on...maybe mozzarella, romano, parm. and let them melt. Then I will top this with the already warmed pepper mixture and sprinkle with a few sliced black olives and basil or parsley. Last night, when Joe was rummaging through the fridg for a snack, he said...."What about these peppers?" I said, "Don't eat them!" He said, "You're guarding these with your life...aren't you?" I just smiled and thought about the new snack I had invented...or did I?