I could say my children's and sister's homes, or the home of some of our friends, but I think I will say my car. I'm in it every day and love the way it drives and rides. I have the seat set to fit just me at the push of a button. The XM radio is set to all my favorite stations. I have three pairs of sunglasses and all I might need on long or short trips in reach. So, my car is my home away from home.
Back years ago when casseroles were always on the dinner table, Chicken Divan was one of our very favorites. I had not thought about it in years until Hubby mentioned it last week. It sounded so good that I had to pull out my stained and faded recipe and make it. Oh my goodness, let me just say, it was a definite home run.
3. Tell us about something you love in your house or kitchen that is 'homemade'.
I guess the only things in my house that are 'homemade' would be my paintings.
5. What's a recent or upcoming plan or project that's required you do a little homework before getting started? Did the homework cause you to abandon your plan or adjust it in some way?
A friend has asked me to do a painting for her to dress up her recently updated guest bathroom. I had to see the room, measure the wall space for size of canvas, discuss with my friend colors and what she envisions, then shop for the canvas. At this point, the plan is still evolving.
I have some mixed feelings about this. I do think some homework is required; however, I feel the amount some teachers/schools demand is extremely overdone. My sister is a first-grade teacher and speaks often of the lack of parental involvement in the child's education. This makes requiring young children to do things at home without parents participation is redundant and defeating for the child.
Until my mid eighth grade year, I lived in rural south Louisiana, or better known as Acadiana. We had a fun Mardi Gras tradition where children would be loaded on the back of a flat bed truck and driven around the country side. At each home, we would jump off and sing "Ta, ta, the Mardi Gras, give us a chicken and we'll go home." The homeowner would go catch a chicken, ring its neck, put it in grass sack and give it to us. This was not my favorite part. But at the end of the trip, we would take the chickens back to the local school where there would be huge pots of Sauce Piquant and rice cooking. The whole community would come together and share food and fun.