After our busy kitchen day yesterday, we took it easy today. Of course, we still kept busy around the house. I have been desperately trying to organize the house, and so have been tackling one area of the house at a time. I am thrilled to have finally finished my multi-day [...]
Sunday mornings are always a rush, with everyone in a scramble to get dressed and groomed and ready for church. To make breakfast prep easy, I made a batch of Amish baked oatmeal on Saturday night, and popped it into the oven when I woke up this morning.
I live near an Amish community, and I [...]
Like Mother, Like Daughter. We are a family who live in Central Massachusetts. My husband is a Boston Irish Catholic from a big family. His upbringing was smack dab in the middle of respectable Catholic America, not untinged by 60s unrest.
I am about as different from him as you can get: I’m an only child, my parents are divorced, my father was an immigrant from Egypt, I was raised on the cutting edge of the feminist/relativist/sexual self-fulfillment/diversity revolution. My upbringing was smack dab in the middle of 70s hippie snotty know-it-all America, not untinged by anomie.
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