As I look back over the month, the photos suggest that I have been nesting. Cooking. Crafts. Being spoiled for Mother's Day. Celebrating a new creative space. But inexorably, the days are lengthening, and I am returning to my summer habits - gardening, kayaking with Dear Neighbor Friend, strolls in the back forty, river walks in Whitefish, hikes with Man with Hat, and so much more. So, before May becomes as faint as last year's tan lines, let's take a look!
I resolved to cook once a week to give Head Chef a break, and generally I am on track. (I have cheated twice and opted for dessert rather than a meal!!!) The Somerset Stew recipe is another meal from Jan at Low Carb Diabetic; we added sausage to our dish.
Mom crosses my mind frequently. I've lost count of the number of times I reached for my phone to call her. One day, I was moved to make a childhood favorite, Snickerdoodles. I talked to Mom throughout the baking process. So yummy!
In college, I started collecting recipes in a school folder. Some were typed out on the family typewriter. Some are newspaper clippings, long since yellowed. A cherished few are in my Mom's handwriting, such as directions for the Thanksgiving turkey. It has been a (mild) source of annoyance for Head Chef, since it clutters his kitchen, and it is falling apart. So, it is now in my "office" (more later) and it will be put in order one day. In the meantime, reminiscing as I held the innards that have come away from the folder, I decided to make Broccoli and Cheese Crepes.
Spring always carries memories of rhubarb. My Dad's garden had several plants, and we ate rhubarb in many forms from sauce to crumble to raw, the moist end of the stalk dipped in sugar. (But beware that you don't eat the section too close to the leaf - my older brother did that once and he got quite sick!) I was a bit shocked to find that Head Shopper had to search high and low to find enough rhubarb for this crumble recipe! It was worth it!
On Mother's Day, Spousal Unit spoiled me with breakfast in bed, and also surprised me with a box of chocolates.
So, here we are, with one day remaining in the month. Life is too precious to take even one day for granted, so I will not write that I am anxious for June to arrive. Instead, I will leave you with more of May's bounty - lilacs along the Whitefish River, and reflections in our lake after a passing rainstorm. Enjoy!