Monday, November 5, 2012
Pecan pie, childhood treasure score and kudos
My friend was saying the night before we were going to meet that he was craving pecan pie. Well, you don't say that around me. What did I do at 9:30pm? Baked him one! He was so surprised and happy. There's nothing I love more than making people happy with some home cooked love! :-)
I stopped by one of my favorite antique shops over the weekend. (More like they buy stuff from estate sales, paint it then resell and they have fun and funky stuff I pick up here and there) They had this Christmas decoration that I thought was so cute but $30 and I wasn't up for that price and wondered if I could make it myself. I'm gonna try. Of course I'll bring a tutorial once that one pops up on my list. I also got a wintry bird painting for the bedroom and now if Pottery Barn would put my damn duvet cover on sale, I could get to it and change our bedroom over to winter time Squeeville. One of the components I needed for my project required a good old school mason jar so we went to an antique mall. Then I spied this and burst into tears.
I asked my mom if we still had this and she said she didn't think so. I have been looking for a copy everywhere and I always find something earlier or later but never the one we had when I was a kid. This was the cookbook that inspired me. This is what I would flip through and imagine the wonderful things I would cook when I was married or the fabulous dinner parties I'd throw as an adult. As I flipped through it, my eyes filled with tears to see that even though the outside was near new, the inside was perfect. This was obviously stored in a cabinet somewhere by someone who never used it because there isn't a single spill or crease anywhere. For $7, there was no way I was leaving it there! One of my old ones will have to be relegated to the basement in a bin but it'll be worth it to have the spine of that book staring at me especially as I go into this Christmas baking season.
The Mr gets big ol' kudos for traipsing all over town with me this weekend getting crap to bake and shop for projects and stuff. Most men would've sent their women out in the trenches alone but nope, he goes where I go and even will pull the "I'm a poor, clueless guy who needs help" with the staff of places so they'll look for stuff I need. HA!
I suppose I should get a move on. Hope everyone is ready for the week!
What item from your childhood helped shape who you are or holds a special place in your heart?
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