It has been a wonderfully busy summer with a bit of sunshine
between the rains. But you know me, I don’t mind the rain at all, in fact I
love it! There is something poetic about rain. It urges reflection, it’s God's way of cleansing and nourishing the earth. Besides, the drowned rat look seems to work
for me in a quirky sort of way. At least, if I am having a bad hair day (which
is most days), I can blame it on the rain (which is most days).
As summer winds up, we begin to prepare our hearts and minds for
the unthinkable….Quinn’s first day of school. Yes…I don’t quite know how to feel about it, but Quinn is ready and excited.
He has his backpack, lunch gear, and school supplies. Seems like a lot of
stuff considering he’s only going for 3 hours a day to his little school. The
other larger schools in the area require the kids to wear uniforms. I have to
say after receiving the sales flyers from the local shops, that this is a
brilliant idea and very economical. A 2
pack of boys pants only €6
and a 2 pack of white polo shirts €3.50! And what little boy doesn’t
look adorable in a school uniform? (I think I’m going to get those shirts even
if he doesn’t have to wear a uniform.) I’m
sure we will soon post the pictures of our little man heading off to school….waaaaaaaa!!!
Pray for me.
Have a Good Day Y’all!
One of the things I did miss this
summer was celebrating the 4th of July. The last couple of years I
have watched fireworks in a Cracker Barrel parking lot in Virginia and Illinois.
I will say, however that the holiday didn’t go totally unnoticed in Ireland.
There were Independence Day celebrations in Dublin, Limerick and Moneygall (ancestral home of Barak Obama...or should it be O'Bama) and there was a nice sale on “American” goods at
the local grocery. I knew this because I received the sale flyer(again) and the very back
page was decked out in red white and blue stars and stripes in honor of the
American holiday. At the top of the page in big blue letters it read “Have A
Good Day Y’all!” I wasn’t sure whether I should feel offended or just laugh. So
I laughed. It’s no different than
Americans advertising everything they think is Irish with a leprechaun. The sale in the flyer featured food items typically
thought of as American. They included burgers, hot dogs, BBQ sauce, peanut butter,
muffins, chocolate chip cookie dough, pancakes, maple syrup, and cola. They got
that right.
My Oh My, Stick it in a Pie!
My actual leftover pies...lovely |
With a smaller fridge than what we have had in the past, I
have learned to manage our meals in a different way. Gone are the days of too
many condiments and leftovers that take up valuable space. Does one really need
8 bottles of salad dressing and 6 mustard options? Well, maybe but I am beginning to like this
more streamlined system. I have no need to stockpile canned goods in case we
get snowed in or for Armageddon and luckily, we aren’t Mormon because we would
have no way to store a years supply of food in case of emergency. I am in the
habit of cooking to have leftovers. With leftovers in the fridge I don’t have
to bother with making lunch the next day. We just revisit and pay homage to meals
from our recent past. Since we no longer have the space to do that, I have
found a solution to leftovers. I stick them in a pie. It always looks
impressive. It looks so good, who really cares what’s inside, right? Leftover
stew is perfect for this. It is really hard to make the right amount of stew
for a small family anyway. No worries, stick it in a pie! My new solution for
everything! I am sure that soon Andy will be experiencing (but maybe not
enjoying) lasagna pie, chowder pie,
potato soup pie, spaghetti pie, pork chop and brussel sprout pie, salmon and
asparagus pie, Caesar salad pie, veggie burrito pie, stir fry pie…. I mean
really, the possibilities are endless!
Ok, for a while there I started to feel like Forrest Gump. I’m
glad I got that out of my system.
A Vision in Bacon!
I mean...come on...pretty close, yeah? |
Speaking of food, we had a divine moment last week. No, we didn’t
see Jesus in a piece of toast, or Mary in an egg yolk, but as Andy was preparing
a bit of bacon for Quinn’s breakfast, something amazing did appear. We realized as the bacon was shrinking and
crisping up in the pan that it was forming in the shape of ….could it be? Ireland!
Is this a sign that we are meant to be in Ireland?
Oh yeah, we are
already here….so that came a bit late. Well, all funning about signs and
visions aside, Quinn enjoyed his crispy Ireland bacon none the less and we had a good laugh.
Cheeky Boy!
Quinn worked out a difficult puzzle recently. I told him
what a wonderful job he did and asked when he became so good at puzzles.
“I’m a very clever boy, mommy.” said Quinn in a very matter-of-fact
sort of way.
Good to know.