Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
This past Sunday we went to a Taste of India festival in our area. There were lots of dancers performing and food galore.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Thanks to our lovely hostess Susan, I am now obsessed with the Herend Rothschild pattern. She posted about this a while back, and I knew I had to have some pieces in this. I had never heard of it before. For now I've got these four dinner plates, and several small pieces that I bought on eBay.
From the Herend, USA Website:
Many connoisseurs consider this pattern, first created in 1860 for the Rothschild family of Europe, to be the epitome of hand painting on porcelain. Twelve different motifs portray a 19th century tale about Baroness Rothschild, who lost her pearl necklace in the garden of her Vienna residence. Several days later it was found by her gardener, who saw birds playing with it in a tree.
Some of my tureen collection:
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
I made vegetable soup today, and had a wedge salad on the side.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Here she is, fresh from a haircut, and feeling frisky.
Waiting for Daddy to scratch her chest.
With two of her favorite people, Young Maison and Ballerina Maison, when they were about six and two.
There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie-- Perfect passion and worship fed By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head. Nevertheless it is hardly fair To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits, And the vet's unspoken prescription runs To lethal chambers or loaded guns, Then you will find--it's your own affair-- But...you've given your heart for a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will, With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!); When the spirit that answered your every mood Is gone--wherever it goes--for good, You will discover how much you care, And will give your heart for the dog to tear.
We've sorrow enough in the natural way, When it comes to burying Christian clay. Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent. Though it is not always the case, I believe, That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve: For, when debts are payable, right or wrong, A short-time loan is as bad as a long-- So why in Heaven (before we are there) Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... Author unknown...
Sunday, April 19, 2009
For my first Met Monday I wanted to post a hutch redo we did for our daughter's bedroom. Please excuse the extremely messy garage (that's a metamorphosis in the making too as we're trying to get it organized). I found this old Ethan Allen hutch on Craigslist, and since it was very sturdy, and the right size, I thought it would make great storage for my daughter's room.
We painted it black to match her new bedding and accessories. After this was finished, we started working on another hutch we bought for our dining room. That's almost finished, so I'll probably post it next week. It always amazing what a little paint can do.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Our family just returned from a spring break trip to the Cincinnati area to visit family. Whenever we get back that way, we love to hit up our favorite restaurants.
Our first stop was Skyline Chili.
Mr. Maison and I each got a four-way: chili, spaghetti, onions and cheese.
Mr. Maison also got a cheese coney on the side.
Another of our local favs is White Castle. Yum...a little piece of heaven in a box!
My parents usually bring us cans of chili to satisfy our cravings in between visits and we make our own four-ways and coneys. My mom has had this old recipe for years for Cincinnati-style chili. I've never made it, but I'm thinking of making it with soy crumbles for my son.
The ground beef in this chili is really fine and most recipes tell you not to brown it first; simply cook it in the water.