My Favourite things . . .

These are a few of my favourite things . . .  maybe you like them too.

 

When I was a younger woman, I used to really, really love Historical Romance Novels.  It started off with Forever Amber by Kathleen Winsor.  That was the first historial novel I read of the romantic type and I was hooked.   I really loved books with Vikings or Scottish Lairds in them.  I don't know why.  They started getting really raunchy however and I found myself having to skip over pages and pages of them.  I never liked the raunchy bits, I'm a romanticist.  Once that happened I lost interest.  Not interested in reading porn, and to me that's what they were.  I want a story with a romantic interest.   I went on then to reading books by LaVyrle Spencer which I loved.  Romance but not raunch.  Now, in my dotage, (LOL), I like mysteries and who dunnits.  Oh, I also went through a Steven King phase.

I know they are so naughty.   I know they are nutrionally unsound, despite what it says on the box. But I love Pop Tarts. And it is a recent thing.   I never ever ate them when I was younger or when my kids were growing up. We favoured Toaster Strudels.  In particular I like these ones and I confess . . .  S'mores ones.  I know they are the epitome of junk food, empty calories, coma inducing sugar fests, but I do like them.

Magicians.  And I don't mean the pull the rabbit out of the hat types of magicians. I like the illusionist-modern-however-did-he-do-that type of magician like Dynamo. They seem to defy the laws of physics and are quite compelling to watch.  I used to love watching Kreskin.  Well, he wasn't a magician I don't think. I'm not sure what he was, but I liked watching him anyways.  I love being dazzled and mystified!

Broccoli. Next to the potato, it is my favourite vegetable. In fact I love every member of the cruciferous vegetable family.  But Broccoli, it's my favourite. I love it in soup, raw (But raw doesn't like me anymore because of my diverticulitis), steamed, stir fried, etc.  I love it any way I can get it.  I think its rather good for you as well. Its not a vegetable we ever had when we were growing up. My father hates all of the cruciferous vegetable family. My mother cooked to please him, and rightly so. Oddly enough Todd is not overly fond of Broccoli either, but he loves cauliflower and cabbage.  The only way I don't like it is if it is way over-cooked.  But then, I don't like any over-cooked vegetable!

 

Winter Farm by George Callaghan

I love Primitive Folk Art.  I love Primitive anything actually.  Decorating style.  Carpets.  Furniture. Art.  I used to day dream about having a house all done in Primitive everything.

Penny Rugs. I love them. I love making them. I love looking at them. I would love to have more.  I need to go to a charity shop and find some wool to shrink so I can make another one.

Vintage Sewing Machines.  I love everything about them.  The way they look, smell, feel. My mother has an old Singer Sewing Machine.  It worked with bobbins to change the stitches.   It was her pride and joy and we were only ever allowed to touch it after we had already taken sewing at school. As an adult I completely understand that.  I can remember my grandmother allowing me to help her use her sewing machine. It had foot pedals.  Good times  . . .

Fairy tales and Happily Ever Afters . . .  which reminds me. Now that Todd is finished his treatments, maybe I can drag him to Beauty and the Beast  . . .  do ya think?  Maybe not.  We will probably have to wait until it comes out on DVD.  That happens rather quickly these days.

Chester, the city I live in.  I can't wait to show it off to Lura!  I hope we have some good weather when she and John are here!  Only a few weeks now to go!

Cities at night.  They take on magical qualities.  When I was a child I hated going in the car, unless it was at night.  In the day I would always get car sick, at night I never would.  I loved seeing the lights. As an adult I loved to walk through the neighborhood at night and look at all the lit windows and think about the people that lived in the houses.  Every home has a story to tell.

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

I changed the settings/theme on my food blog yesterday.  I did save the old one to a word document, not that it does me any good because I don't know how to put it back.  Sigh  . . . trust me to mess things up.

A thought to carry with you . . .

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Please hear me girl:
The world has enough women who know how to do their hair.
It needs women who know how to do hard and holy things.
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Spiritual Enlightenment

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Banana Chocolate Chip Bread.

Have a great Thursday.  I'm off to Costco with my friend Tina! Can't wait!  Don't forget  . . .

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And I do too!