A few of my favourite things . . .

These are a few of my favourite things  . . . 

 

Beach huts.    I want one.  They're so cute.  Little houses on stilts down by the beach.



Some people go all out decorating them inside.  They can be as plain or as fancy as you like.

I wonder if you could live in one?

 

Cottages.   Stone ones.  Wooden ones.  Itsy bitsy cute little homes.  Quaint.  With window boxes, and preferably a picket fence.  With holly  hocks growing in the garden.  Just big enough for two.

 

Farmhouse sinks.  There was one in the small bath upstairs in the cottage we lived in down South.  Large and deep.  They hold a certain charm.



Now that I have seen this, I cannot un-see this.  How utterly, utterly charming.  A corner fireplace.  Filled with candles.   Romantic.  A bit fussy, but sweet.

Highly impractical, but sigh  . . .

 

I love everything about this kitchen.  The window over the sink.  The little curtain beneath the sink.  The open shelves surrounding the sink . . . the wood floor.  I love it all.



Toasting marshmallows over an open fire.  The ambience.  The smell of the logs burning.  The taste of burnt marshmallows.    It all feels, smells, seems like a festive occasion.  A celebration.

At least to me  . . .

 

Fresh corn on the cob . . .  boiled or steamed, with plenty of salt and cold butter.   Oh, it is sooooo good.   I haven't had a good ear of corn in sixteen years.  Not since I moved over here.  Corn, just picked out of the field, fresh off the wagon.   We used to buy it by the bagfull right at the farmer's fields in August, take it home and cook it up fresh that night for supper.  Tons of it.  We would eat our fill.  It was soooooooo good.  Sooooooo very good.  Delicious.

Of course with my Diverticulitis, I couldn't eat it now anyways, but oh, if someone could only bottle the flavour.   I could eat the flavour . . .



Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough . . .  I know you shouldn't eat it, raw eggs, etc.  but  . . .  it tastes so good.   I can never resist licking my fingers, or the spoon, or the bowl.

What is it that makes it taste so good, better than any other cookie dough?

 

Thin slivers of raw potato. When I am peeling potatoes,  I always have to have a tiny taste.  I am not sure why.  Maybe because when I was a child my mother always said that they would give you a tummy ache or worms,  and she would never let us have any.  Somehow being forbidden made it seem that much more appealing.  I don't want a lot, just a tiny sliver.  Crisp.  Starchy.  Almost sweet.

 

Cinnamon anything.   Cookies.  Rolls.  Cakes.  Breads. Drinks.  Cinnamon is one of my favourite flavours, next to vanilla.   I love cinnamon.  Oh, and the smell.   Heavenly.

I love the smell of all the baking spices.  They just smell like home sweet home to me.

 

The BBC program, Outnumbered.  We have been watching it on Netflix.  Totally entertaining.   It doesn't seem like acting at all.  You feel like you are right in someone else's house watching them interact as a family.  Wonderfully precious children.   Totally charming.   You find yourself laughing all the way through it, and thanking your heavenly stars that they are not yours, but you can relate to everything that is happening on one level or another!  We love it.   If you haven't watched it, you should.  I think you would like it.   Brilliant writing and acting.

 

Thoroughly enjoying learning Calligraphy.  I spent a couple of hours yesterday just practicing my capital A's, B's, C's, D's and E's.  I will have to take a photograph to show you how I am getting on.  It is totally engrossing.  I love the smell of the ink.  The feel of the pen nib moving across the paper. The sound  . . . the way it looks when I get it right.  Maybe I have found my forte . . . maybe not.  We'll see.

 

Patchwork Quilts  . . .  but even more than that  . . .



Crazy quilts with embroidery . . .  my mother had a quilt that her mother had made and I used to love to lay on it and look at all the fabrics and think about where they had come from.  My nan made me a tiny doll quilt that I loved.  I wish I still had it.  When you grow up in a Military family, things just get lost.  With all the moves . . .

 

The smell of frying onions  . . .

There is a sandwich shack, a portable thing really, just outside the town hall in Chester.  The man who owns it always has onions frying.  It smells heavenly.  It doesn't matter if you have just eaten.  The smell makes you want to eat all over again.

And those are my favourite things for this week. What are some of yours???


A thought to carry with you . . .

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Let your smile change the world,
but don't let the world change your smile.
~unknown
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Spiritual Enlightenment



Cooking in The English Kitchen Today  . . .  Gammon Steaks with a Curried Pineapple Sauce.  Delish!

I hope that you have a wonderful Thursday! Be happy and be blessed! Don't forget . . .

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And I do too!!