Through The Eyes of Sisters, Topic: Cullinary

Well, we're BACK!  Sort of.  We have agreed that we will work to a strict time frame, ignoring it completely when necessary i.e. roughly one blog every two weeks.  Give or take.  More give than take I am guessing.  I am going to do TUTT as well since I have been enjoying it (as long as they will have me of course, they may give me another week or two and decide they miss the intimacy of their old duo which I would completely understand).  Until then, we will just go where the wind blows.

Heidi waxed all sorts of lyrical about how demanding we have all been, she can only be talking about her fans.  I know she wasn't talking about me, her very own sister.  Shame Stinks, it's hard to be popular like Charlize Theron, they never leave her alone either.  Besides, I know you well enough that when you run and hide, it really is time to panic and it is very hard to panic from the other hemisphere, on the other side of the world!

I chose the theme, no rhyme or reason really.  Heids made me home sick with this photo: 

Heids made my mom's recipe for butternut soup.  I promise you, nothing can instantaneously bring my mother right into the very room than this soup.  I wanted to cry.  Big tears.  Miss you mom.  Good job Heids!  And by the way, this is April's MOST favoritest thing to eat in the whole world and I am the coolest, most awesomest mom on the planet, no wait, in the whole universe when I make this soup for her.  Maybe one day she will be sitting with an i-pad device writing of her memories of butternut soup.

And speaking of April . . . my photo:

We don't get much time these days, but one thing we try to do every Sunday is make waffles or pancakes for breakfast - from scratch, not from a box.  I like to think of it as the time-strapped modern day version of Sunday lunch.  Remember those?  The family, all together for a roast with all the trimmings?  My mouth is watering just thinking about it.  I think mealtimes are important for families, they create memories and then seal them forever in the smell of fresh gravy or the sound of sizzling roast potatoes (or the sight of a steaming waffle I hope).  I love our breakfast tradition, especially in the winter when it is all dark and snowy outside and we can stay in our pajamas forever.

Heids has chosen the theme for our next blog, we gonna get up close and all personal!  Two down, one to go . . .