Home again, home again

Mr. Aitch and I were out of town for several days.

Without internet service.

I’m not complaining as it’s nice to unplug.

My brother’s birthday is October 26 and mine is the 27th so our family decided to get together at his Lake Chautauqua (New York) cottage to celebrate.  He lives in New Hampshire and my sister lives in Ohio so it’s a great meeting place, both geographically and scenically.

We ate prime rib, baked potatoes and roasted asparagus.  And dessert was vanilla cheesecake with a chocolate ganache topping.

Here we are getting ready to blow out the Happy Birthday candles my sister provided.

It was a wonderful celebration…

…but it’s nice to be home again.

And in case you are wondering, the nursery rhyme is:

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.

What’s for dinner?


When the kids were still living at home, I planned our weekly meals based on who had to go where and when each evening.   Piano lessons, drum lessons, band practice (for Mr. Aitch and the kids), soccer practice, orthodontist appointments, meetings, teaching, you name it.  Something was happening practically every weeknight so I had to be organized.  I made 30-minute meals long before Rachael Ray coined the phrase.

I went to the market every Sunday morning right after church while my kids were in CCD (Sunday School for the non-Catholics).  I still go then even though I don’t have to.  It’s just a habit.

The newspaper ads helped me decide our meals as I mostly bought whatever was on sale.  Ribs were on sale this week so that’s what we had Sunday evening but I didn’t think much about the rest of the week.

dinner plate

Like tonight.

I have no idea what to have.

What are you fixing for dinner tonight?

What did you have last night?

Any ideas for tomorrow?