Pear Pie, Red Berries & L.L.Bean

Happy Birthday



to those we love



born in



November!



Hersel Goodman



Molley Biddle



Christopher Ryan



Eric Pemberton



Rhonda Biddle Poe



Mark Poe



Randall Slaten



Laura Biddle







?Zachary Noah Slaten?



(maybe?)















The Little Emperor



is sick this week..



with a communicable disease



brought to day care by



another little one...



Bless his sweet heart..



he feels pretty bad...



We hope he feels better real



quick!






Mondays are wash days , around here, this week



the laundry seemed to seep over into Tuesday.



After two loads of clothes ,



I felt the "need" to get



out and about!







The cloudy grey skies have been



contributing to a pretty good case of the



doldrums!







Monday ,



while a load of dark colors



became a drudgery ,



I was enlightened ...



I was so tickled with myself



I almost became giddy!



I had seen some very pretty Red berries



on the road side in Rye..



Up the stairs I ran,



to prepare..



dressed in jeans and some sturdy shoes,



a long sleeve and make-up*



*(this being very important



in case the Rye police took offense



of my berry pilfering..



I would not look like just any derelict ,



in my mug shot on the



evening news!)



With garden gloves in hand,



I could not find the snips



so I had to take the big "loppers"



Michael uses to prune TREES..



but, they went into the



back of the



granny van



accompanied by a five gallon bucket..



so began my day away



from the laundry!











Unable to find a good place to pull the van



while berry napping,



and wondering if Michael would pay my bail!



I decide that a trip to "Michaels"



would yield red berries of



the fake geneses..



Upon emerging from the local



craft emporium...



not, only did I find the clouds had



broken up...



but, a round of "Retail therapy"



had worked its magic!



So I was smiling all the way back to the house,



with a quick detour by the local



Wally-Super-World..



(just for good measure)..

Smiling

with Michael's

in the rear view mirrorPortsmouth pigeon

(seagull)

Pear Pie

The other week I saw this recipe in in a magazine

not only did it turn out to taste very good

but it was easy too!

2/3c all-purpose flour

1/2c granulated sugar

1/2t ground cinnamon

1/8t salt

3T lemon juice

6 medium firm pears*

peeled , cored and sliced lengthwise into

1/2 inch wedges

(* next time I will use 8 pears)

pie crust

cooking spray

1/3c light brown sugar

3T chilled butter,

cut into small pieces

Preheat oven: 375

Combine 1/3c flour, granulated sugar,cinnamon & salt

in a large bowl.

Add juice and pears to flour mixture;

toss gently to coat.

Spray pie plate with cooking spray.

Fit with rolled pie crust and flute edges.

Arrange pears evenly in crust.

Combine remaining 1/3c flour ,

1/3c brown sugar

in a bowl

cut in cold butter,

with pastry blender, two knives,

or

food processor

until mixture resembles coarse meal.

Sprinkle evenly over pears.

Bake at 375 for one hour

or until browned.

Let cool on wire rack

10 minutes.

Today,

the rest of the laundry was still waiting..

A pot of Gumbo

was assembled

for

Michael and his "RJ Griffin"cohorts

to have for

lunch tomorrow

...the high will not get out of the 40s...

..they could use a little warmth..

It seems so cold to me..

yet, I know that in time to come I

will look back and contemplate this "balmy"

tropical weather!

Anyway, I regress..after all was said and done..

The washing , the cooking, a little cleaning

& a warm bubble bath..

Boo-Boo

came and said..

"Don't you think its about time to work on the blog?"

"I will even quit this daydreaming of running through

the grass , of chasing chipmunks and birds..

and go be your



Secretary...for awhile"

Driving back through Rye..

New Hampshire is the

"Granite State"

everywhere you look

granite fences enclose property lines

Large granite rocks and boulders

in the yards and fields

Some of the fence around our place on

Love Lane

almost all the color is gone

but, a little hangs on

Last Sunday,

we had brunch at the house..

I had found some good looking

cinnamon raisin bread

made by a company

called

"When Pigs Fly"

so

we had french toast.

Then we headed north into Maine

toward Freeport

and the flagship store

for

LL Bean.

Michael drove up I-95

We were enjoying the first sunny day in

many days...

...mmmmm...

some pretty big clouds

the trees along right-of-way

are pretty naked

they do like to take your change...

...coming into Portland..

draw bridge

as we drove up the nations highways and by ways..

I as usual was just "rattling"

Talking about this and that..

just basking in Michaels company...when out of the clear blue he says

"Foul Mouth"

Well, needless to say I immediately shut up!

And with much bewilderment contemplated what

I had just said....

and to my knowledge I could think of nothing

I had utered that would have been

construed as foul...

unless...maybe I had been stricken with

Tourettees syndrome

and one of the symptoms was not only

did you scream out foul

obscenities

but, you also immediately forgot

you had done it...

Then ,to my relief , Michael

pointed out the reason for

his statement..

Whee..no Tourettees....

Arriving in

Freeport

Since we got north of the Mason Dixon line

I have been told Moose

are all around..

I have seen the road signs..

I have heard of wrecks involving them

on the news...

Chloe seems to think they are in the woods behind the

house..

and then after all my waiting

and looking...

a Mangy Moose...

In a town built for shopping

we did a

little..

and then on our way out of town...

We drove out of town south on U.S. 1

through some neat towns..

till we came to

Kennebunkport

where we stopped for a very good supper.

can you believe its only 3:30?

I would not like having to

"tote"

my groceries to the top floor!

Work is calling...it never fails...

Michael was interested in the

Trolley Museum
We enjoyed our meal.

Miss Bo-Bo welcomes Michael home

she tells all about her day!

Boo tries out Chloes spot

and Chloe is glad we are home

again,

as are we.