Monday, April 24, 2017

Crown of Blackberries

I had a few blackberries sitting in my fridge that were demanding my attention. I pondered about  what to do with them when I came across an ad from IHOP and I was suddenly craving pancakes. I put them in a pot and muddled them up with sugar, butter, vanilla and a touch of bourbon. Reduced them down and poured them on some homemade buttermilk pancakes. Not only were they delicious to eat but my house smelled incredible for hours. 


I love Blackberries. They are comfort food and take me back to long warm summers at my Granny Ina's  house in the back of nowhere West Virginia. Her house was off of a dirt road by a creek and she had chickens. 

                    Country road in Preston County, West Virginia by Grayspace Imigery

She traded eggs for cream and milk with a lady who had a dairy cow who lived a a mile down the road and she was known to make homemade wine from Grapes she grew. 

Legend tells that Blackberries were not so dark in color before the death of Christ. They became that way because of how they were used on Him. You see, the Crown of Thorns that was shoved on to His head were blackberry brambles and the dozens of pricks to His head and face were the result of the tiny sharp thorns of the plant.     
                                                        William C.D. Glaser

When this happened the berries started weeping a deep royal purple/red in honor of the His blood that they had shed. That is how they came to be the color they are. 

This week enjoy Crown of Blackberries

Monday, April 17, 2017


One April morning in 1732 a little girl was born and her parents named her Asenath. I have never seen this name and found it very unique. I was gifted with an unusual name as well so I took an interest in this distant cousin of mine. Where did the name come from? 

Asenath makes an appearance in the Bible in the book of Genesis. She is Egyptian, the daughter of a pagan priest and  is gifted to Joseph to become his wife by the Pharaoh.  

Whispers surround her story.... tales of Joseph rejecting her because she was Pagan.  Her locking herself in a tower and begging Joseph's GOD to accept her. An Angel coming to her bearing bees which are placed on her lips and she she is stung to remove the false prayers that have spoiled her mouth. Joseph accepts her and they marry ruling Egypt for 48 years. 

Her story is very small but she plays a very important role in the story of Israel. 

This week meet Asenath.

Monday, April 10, 2017

Bonnets of Blue

Springtime in Texas brings Bluebonnets. Millions of them all across the state. On I 35, FM 3009, RM 2627 and in fields, pastures, and gardens everywhere. It is the state flower and any one of the 5 species found in Texas count as the state flower.

People will stop on the side of the road grab their kids,

wives, pets 

and cameras and take family photos, wedding photos, 

engagement photos, baby photos all kinds of photos in clumps and clusters of these beautiful blue flowers.

They were called Bluebonnets because the shape of the blossom 
  resembles the huge bonnets

worn by pioneer women to keep the sun out of their faces.

So this week I am going to show you Bonnets of Blue.

Monday, April 3, 2017

Tartan Dancing

This past weekend the San Antonio Highland Games were underway. 

Tartan was everywhere. 

                              HIGHLAND DANCERS, 1844. Wood engraving, English, 1844

And, dancers in tartan. We are all familiar with the Scottish Sword Dance and in California I have seen it performed with precision and strength by beautiful kilted men. It is a war dance and is ceremonial demonstrating strength, stamina and agility. All excellent qualities in a warrior. 

Legend tells that in 1573 a group of Scottish mercenaries were brought to the Court of King John III. They performed  the Scottish Sword Dance and upon a signal were to execute the King. The signal never came, the King lived never knowing that a few dance props were actually the weapons that were going to destroy him. 

This week enjoy Tartan Dancing

Monday, March 27, 2017

Torn Between Two Lovers

In 1976 Mary MacGregor released a song written by Peter Yarrow of Peter, Paul and Mary, a folk music group formed in 1961. 
The song Mary sang was "Torn Between Two Lovers".
This painting was posted in a Group I am a member of with the comment - " Describe what you think is happening here." 

                               Charles Haigh Wood - The patient competitors 

The comments varied from literal to comical to sassy and romantic. To be honest I was more concerned with what the cat was thinking. But more importantly this painting brought back memories of when I was torn between two lovers.  One ended very badly, he was vicious. The other is the one I keep. The one that dances in and out of my memory like a coy lover. A gentle touch on the edge of my mind and then he is gone. His whimsical smile, his head cocked to the side inviting me on an escapade...  Him I will lament and cherish always. He scared me...and I am fearless. 

This week enjoy Torn Between Two Lovers.

Monday, March 20, 2017

Hat Box

I was dressed, primped, perfumed and ready to go except something was missing. I tried a necklace, changing my hair, a different sweater and still I was incomplete. As I stood in my closet I saw my favorite old hat box. It is green, and plaid and says Kevin McAndrew Hat Maker

Kevin McAndrew hats were out of England and they sold high quality men's hats. I don't keep a hat inside the box I keep a delicious swirl of vintage scarves most of them worn by my mother in the 60s. I grabbed one, twirled it around my head and I was ready. 


Hat boxes were often called Band Boxes. They are cylindrical and made of thin wood or cardboard. Band boxes originally did not hold hats. All those stiff ruffs or bands worn around peoples necks in the 17th century needed to be stored in something that would help it hold its shape. Band Box

                                                        Lady Littlebury by unknown artist
This week enjoy  Hat Box

Monday, March 13, 2017

Fruity Jack

Jackfruit are back in my local market. They are not a new thing but last year was my first encounter with these odd giant fruits. There was a taste demonstration and I bravely stepped out of the crowd to sample. When she asked me what I thought  the first thing that came to mind was cotton candy. A faded mango/honeydew cotton candy. Weird! I did not hate it, I did not love it and it was a complicated prize to get so I would not buy it. 

For those of you who do not know it is a large (bigger than an American football) green bumpy watermelon looking thing.  
It is filled with Alien looking pale yellow pods
that contain a pit surrounded by the edible fruit. 

Jackfruit is in the fig family and is native to Southeast Asia. They grow on trees
and are the National fruit of Bangladesh. It is called chakka in Malaysian which the Portuguese wrote as jaca.

If you are in a market that is offering a taste try some. 

This week enjoy some Fruity Jack.