Posted October 21, 2019 by katry
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“Life begins at night”

Posted October 21, 2019 by katry
Categories: Musings

Last night it rained, a quiet rain. I was surprised that Henry’s fur was wet. Today is damp, drab, an ugly morning.

There are no streets lights so I have my own. In each of my downstairs windows candles are always lit. I find it welcoming. At night, I have the over the kitchen sink light lit and one lamp here in the den. Outside the back door, a string of white lights on my fence is always lit. Connected to it is a giant star. I love my house at night.

In Bolga, at night, the only light came from a few lit bulbs on store fronts and from kerosene lanterns here and there up and down the street. Each lantern shined on an auntie selling food from the sides of the street. The aunties tended charcoal fires. Some fires cooked kabobs of beef, liver or goat meat over grates. At other fires, large enamel bowls sat on racks over the burning charcoal. The bowls were filled with hot oil cooking plantains or yams. I always went for the plantain. I loved Bolga at night.

Accra was a small city back then. There were few cars at night and most of the stores were closed. Only kiosks on the roadsides were still open. Most used lanterns for light. I remember walking back to the Peace Corps hostel. I always felt safe. Sometimes I’d pass men sitting in a sort of circle on wooden lounge like chairs or on the ground, their legs crossed. They talked in muted voices. We always greeted each other. They had lanterns. I remember the lanterns blinked and wavered. I loved Accra at night.

Once I was outside and a woman who was walking by asked me why I had lights in the windows. She said they were only in historical houses on 6A and in the historical district in Dennis, and my house wasn’t historic. I thought her rude. My only comment was, “Lights in the windows bid angels come unaware.” She walked away.

Recipe For Romance: Mel Tormé

Posted October 20, 2019 by katry
Categories: Video

These songs just sounded perfect to me for today. I can’t tell you why. I knew as soon as each started. They are an odd bunch.

Frim Fram Sauce: Nat King Cole ~

Posted October 20, 2019 by katry
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Reggae Recipe: Desmond Dekker & The Aces

Posted October 20, 2019 by katry
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Cornbread and Butterbeans: Carolina Chocolate Drops

Posted October 20, 2019 by katry
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Posted October 20, 2019 by katry
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“The kitchen is the heart of every home, for the most part. It evokes memories of your family history.”

Posted October 20, 2019 by katry
Categories: Musings

The morning is cold. My house is cold, but I can hear the hot air blowing through the vents. When I came downstairs, I turned on the heat before I did anything else. In my younger days, it was November before I turned on the heat. Now, in my older days, I opt for comfort. I refuse to be cold in my own house.

When I was a kid, my house had radiators, noisy radiators. They rattled and blew steam. I remember putting my mittens on the top of the radiator and my shoes underneath so they’d dry. Sometimes I’d come in from the freezing cold and sit with my back to the radiator so I’d get warm. At night, when the house was still, I could always hear the radiators. In a way, they were comforting.

The sun was out when I woke up, but it’s gone now. Cloudy is the forecast. The sky is a light grey. Right now it is 54˚, close to the predicted high of 58˚. Rain will be back on Tuesday. Fall has definitely taken hold.

My front lawn is clear. All the twigs, leaves and pine needles are gone, but the two fallen branches are still hanging. The lawn cutter isn’t the branch man.

I save recipes. I cut out them out of magazines and newspapers. In the baskets under my table, the middle basket is filled with pieces of paper, all of them recipes. Periodically I take them out, go through them and keep a couple to try. One Christmas my mother gave me a recipe book, the sort you fill with hand written recipes. She had had relatives write out their favorite recipes so there were several. I have made some. My favorite is my Uncle Jack’s sausage cacciatore which I have made several times. My Aunt Barbara’s apple cake is delicious. There is an anise cookie recipe my Aunt Kathy added. They are my second favorite cookies just behind sugar cookies. I did tweak her recipe a bit as I used anise oil, not anise extract. That was a hint from my Uncle Jack who always used to make them. My grandmother’s date nut bread is there, but in my written hand, as I copied it from my mother. I turn the pages and love each recipe because my mother made this family.

Dixieland Delight: Alabama

Posted October 19, 2019 by katry
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Cowboy’s Delight: John Denver

Posted October 19, 2019 by katry
Categories: Video