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What’s For Dinner ???

An acquaintance fixed this for my daughter’s family.

Lots of small red potatoes, unpeeled

Lots of fresh corn on the cob, shucked, cleaned and quartered

Lots of polish keilbasa, cut into about 1 1/2- to 2-inch chunks

Lots of unpeeled but deveined large fresh shrimp (in a pinch you can use frozen)

Old Bay Seasoning to taste depending on how much food you are making)

You put on a large stockpot (hopefully with a pasta insert for easy drainage) of water and add the Old Bay seasoning then bring it to a boil.

Add the potatoes, cover the pot, return to a boil, and cook for 10 minutes.

Add the Kielbasa, cover and cook for an additional 5 minutes.

Add the corn, cover and cook for 5 more minutes.

Add the shrimp, cover and cook 3 to 5 minutes more until the shrimp curl and turn pink.

Drain the whole thing, dump it out on a newspaper covered table, serve with butter for the corn and potatoes, cocktail sauce for the shrimp and some spicy mustard for the polish Kielbasa.

You can adjust the amount of each ingredient depending on how many people you are feeding and how large a pot you have.

NO dishes,just throw the newspaper 🙂

FrogMore Stew

The Journey

I can remember fields of daffodils. We always had them around our little house in the country.

My mama would fill several jars with food coloring . The flowers would magically in our child like innocence transform into a rainbow variety of colors.


“There is no better time than right now.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination.
So work like you don’t need money, Love like you’ve never been hurt, and dance like no one’s watching.”

~Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards

 

I can remember fields of daffodils. We always had them around our little house in the country.

My mama would fill several jars with food coloring . The flowers would magically in our child like innocence transform into a rainbow variety of colors.

The Daffodil Principle

Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, “Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over.”  I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead “I will come next Tuesday,” I promised a little reluctantly on her third call.

Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn’s house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.

“Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!”

My daughter smiled calmly and said, “We drive in this all the time, Mother.”  “Well, you won’t get me back on the road until it clears, and then I’m heading for home!” I assured her.
“But first we’re going to see the daffodils. It’s just a few blocks,” Carolyn said. “I’ll drive. I’m used to this.”
“Carolyn,” I said sternly, “Please turn around.” “It’s all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience.”

After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read, “Daffodil Garden.”  We got out of the car, each took a child’s hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.

It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.

“Who did this?” I asked Carolyn.  “Just one woman,” Carolyn answered. “She lives on the property. That’s her home.” Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house.

On the patio, we saw a poster. “Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking,” was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. “50,000 bulbs,” it read. The second answer was, “One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and one brain.” The third answer was, “Began in 1958.”

For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration.

That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time–often just one baby-step at time–and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world . . .

“It makes me sad in a way,” I admitted to Carolyn. “What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it ‘one bulb at a time’ through all those years? Just think what I might have been able to achieve!”

My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. “Start tomorrow,” she said.

She was right. It’s so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, “How can I put this to use today?”

Author – Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards

Use the Daffodil Principle. Stop waiting. . .
Until your car or home is paid off
Until you get a new car or home
Until your kids leave the house
Until you go back to school
Until you finish school
Until you clean the house
Until you organize the garage
Until you clean off your desk
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married
Until you get a divorce
Until you have kids
Until the kids go to school
Until you retire
Until summer
Until spring
Until winter
Until fall
Until you die. . .

There is no better time than right now to be happy.

Happiness is a journey, not a destination.

Wolf Within~


Two Wolves

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One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, “My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all.

“One is Evil – It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

“The other is Good – It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: “Which wolf wins?”

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”