Our daughter and family from Colorado spent last weekend with us so we had our Thanksgiving dinner on Sunday.

The grandkids helped decorate the table with these cute cut-outs from Growing Play.

We are so blessed with the abundance of food, family and love.

Missing from the table are the green bean casserole, stuffing, pumpkin and pecan pies.

I hope your Thanksgiving Day is full of blessings and love.

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.

Pecan pie

pecan-001We had Home Ec in junior high in my day…which was back in the 1960’s.  No such thing as a “middle school”.  Our junior high consisted of grades 7-9 but the year I was in 8th grade was the last year for the 9th grade to be included.  A new wing was built onto the high school so the 9th grade moved into the senior high with the rest of the “big” kids. But I digress.


Anyway, Home Ec was a real class where we learned how to read a recipe and follow the directions.  We made the BEST fudge, baked bread, cinnamon rolls and cookies, made a cake from scratch, and baked a pie crust filled with pudding.  I’m sure we learned how to do other things in that 9-week class but those are what I remember.


In 8th grade we had the opportunity to make a fruit pie or a pecan pie.  We had to supply our own mini 4-inch pie pan as we got to take this baked mini pie home with us.  I wanted a peach pie but my parents wanted a pecan pie, which cost an extra ten-cents!  So I made the pecan pie.  For them. I wanted no part of that deal.  Pecan pie was gross.  Or so I thought.


Dad loved it.  I don’t remember what Mom’s take was on it.  She might not have gotten a bite of it.  But Dad raved about it.


And I never made another one.


Until now.

pecan-007I baked my first full-sized pecan pie today.pecan-008

And Mr. Aitch loved it.