no, Elvis isn't my father. . . but he and my father both share the same birthday. . . my father let me in on that little fact once in a last ditch effort to get me to remember the date. . . and today something in this foggy brain of mine clicked and I actually did. . . for years, he patiently celebrated his birthday a day late (my Dad -- not Elvis). Well, today I finally remembered your day. . . on your day. . .
although I'm fairly certain next year things will return to status quo. . .
Two gifts that I never tire of. . . good food and good friends. . . and when the universe aligns to combine the two, well, watch out! Today was shaping up into a typical OMG Monday when I got a call from a friend who wondered if I might like dinner. . . freshly made and delivered. . . after mulling it over for a nano second, we arranged a "meals on wheels" meeting in my driveway and I walked in my door loaded down with some out-of-this-world homemade tamales and refried beans. . .
What an unexpected and much appreciated gift at the end of a frazzled day at work. . . and I have every intention of returning those dishes with something scrummy and homemade as well. . . (just like Grandma taught me!)
Each year I try to add one or two new cookie recipes into the traditional Christmas mix... some are winners... some, well, not so much. This year I added one from Gooseberry Patch and it was a hands-down favorite... making the permanent roster in its rookie year! Try it... Candy Cane Thumbprints they're delicious (plus a great way to use up those leftover candy canes!)
i'm kinda eclectic and a bit eccentric... forever the odd little art girl... partial to silly family, sweet friends, good food and great reads... prone to procrastination and
daydreaming... likely to be found shopping, wherever shopping can be found...