I’m sorry, this round of germ warfare is lasting forever. Last Friday it started and I’ve been in a relative non-moving fog ever since. I felt a bit better yesterday, so I thought I’d make a good dinner for Vernon, who has been politely living off his supply of frozen food… of course, we are out of store bought bread, so I figured buns were in order.
The recipe box opened to a neighbor’s sweet bread recipe, which also stated “good for donuts”. That sounded really good, so half to buns, half to donuts, was the plan! Now, honestly, I’ve never made donuts. I remember the neighbor sending fresh donuts with her husband, and I teased her about showing the rest of us wives up!
Like I said, I’m not a great cook, and I felt they’d just be greasy and a waste of time, but Vernon deserved a treat for putting up with my zombie state. I was bound to try them FINALLY.
Just as I was shaping them, Vernon comes in early from work, and heads straight to the couch. Now he’s caught the crud and has no appetite! Great.
They are edible, though far from impressive… and now whoever stops by gets these donuts!
I’m watching old home movies lately for kicks and giggles. I started looking for a video of my mom playing jacks… but just kept on watching.
It’s awfully fun to compare my grandkids to their parents “back in the day.”
I was leafing through pics of my mom… and came across this one. I instantly burst into tears. Why this pic? I haven’t the foggiest idea. I just thought I’d share since this is my Red Dirt Diary… and Daniel just may enjoy this one!
She could whistle like a song bird and make any chore fun. She was great at playing jacks, and she could grow a great garden. She led by example, with grace and faith. Her cooking was delicious even if my dad would teasingly only give her an eight out of ten score for the top notch meals.
She worked hard and well, not cutting corners or doing things part way. She rode motorcycles and ice skated and crocheted and sewed and fished and camped and joined in whatever Daddy led her to… She laughed. She sang. She had strong faith. She hugged her children, but we listened when her “dog voice” was used. She nursed her husband through his battle with cancer.