For sure this happens to you that you see something hundreds of times and then all of a sudden it hits you on the nose that there is something about this item that you never knew before.
So it was that on scone day I remarked that our everyday flour has a previously unrecognized characteristic.
It’s PRESIFTED!
Now why should this matter or be of any significance.
Well if your lazy like Mom it could make a difference to the quality of your baking as she’d never sift anything.
That’s just part of the puzzle though.
This is a little lesson to always look for the best and unexpected.
Something may be bland as bleached refined wheat but if it’s sifted it’s a little bit more special.
Here in Ohio it’s recommended that you hold back on planting annuals, herbs and veggies until after Mothers Day to ensure you miss any chance of a late frost.
Ma is always chomping at the bit to get them in and so it was we went shopping this morning.
The niece was left home with her Grandpa as she’d puked up her breakfast having had a feed of hay on our walk.
Ma also feared she might suck on the seedlings while on the road.
So it was just the two of us who hit the road and got the goodies.
We were home by 10:30 and then got busy.
JAWs was allowed to join in and behaved herself and we enjoyed the beautiful day.
Rain is on the way tomorrow so the little ones should get a good start.
It’s always amazing how these tiny things grow so fast and so big unless of course the local Bambis serve them as a snack!
So yesterday was Mother’s Day here in the USA and in addition it was the parents 38th wedding anniversary.
Ma had some reservations at the tearoom so Dad had promised to cook dinner her favorite Tandoori Chicken so he was off the hook.
The Bro on the other hand got the cold shoulder because he’d only put a card on the table for her so when Ma went to get the niece from her chambers at 7:00 am she gave him the evil eye as he was getting ready for work.
When we came back from our walk she had to recant and send him a message as he left her a big box of smelly stuff.
He had put it out of sight and had forgotten to set it on the table the night before.
So thank goodness all was well and peace was in place before Ma left for work.
On Friday night our Facebook feed lit up with friends from Northern Ireland showing their awesome captures of the Northern Lights.
There were so many to choose from but our favorite of course had a dog in it.
Ma was so jelly as she has always wanted to see this natural wonder.
The news said that they might appear in Ohio so when Ma woke up in the middle of the night she thought she might get up and see is she could see.
She didn’t! So it was that she was tortured with what ifs when she saw that in our very own little suburb the lights were not just visible but stunning.
Bah humbug she was mad as a hatter. Why did she go to bed so early why did she not get up why did she not BELIEVE.
So it was that she wasn’t taking any chances last night and got up several times in the middle of the night just to be sure she didn’t miss them but no luck.
Don’t worry Ma I consoled her you’ve got me and still have an excuse to go to Iceland!
See if there is a storm in the middle of the night funny things happen in Ma’s mind.
Well of course I have to be involved because she likes to talk the stress out so I listen.
Take last night. What popped into her head but The Waltons.
She started to think about the mountain and the house and Grandma and Grandpa and then it happened.
She went though all the children Johnboy, Maryellen, Ben, Erin, Jimbob and Elizabeth but heck could she remember the name of the second eldest. Not for a million bucks.
So then she has to go though the filing cabinet in her head in alphabetical order to get all the boys names but no way.
She gets so frustrated and asks me and I’m like Ma I ain’t ever seen that show but she persists until she finally succumbs to sleep.
You can bet though that first thing as soon as she gets up and gets the coffee on she Googles and finds the name and then she feels better because it was Jason and that’s not an obvious name for a boy from Virginia! They should have called him Alf!!