Picture this - One night this past week, . . . Mrs PP had dished a bit of salad out for Gran (you should read this post Gran's Diabetic Garden first) who then immediately and carefully, pushes the cucumber and lettuce to the side of her plate. While Mrs PP has her back to the … Continue reading Chocolate for Tuesday, Gran & Black Beans
There is a geranium cutting staring at me from a jam jar of water near the kitchen sink. I'm doing the dishes, and this yellowing, leaf-dropping, cutting is crying out to be planted in the garden. GeRANiums. Gran loves them. Much. So there is usually a cutting, or a clipping, or an uprooted bit of … Continue reading 37 Shades of Red Geraniums
Gran was asked some time ago what she would like for her 77th birthday. "A Steak. And a Coffee Cake made with Chicory Essence." Bless her. She knew exactly what she wanted for once! Fortunately, we live a happy walking distance to various cafes and restaurants so it was a fantastic incentive to get Gran … Continue reading Gran: a birthday
Gran opened the fridge door, took a hearty dollop of chilled, gelatinised bone broth from the container and dumped it on her morning porridge. "I thought it was stewed fruit." she said. "No, it wasn't. It was bone broth." said Mrs PP. "It didn't taste very nice." "No." None of us could dispute that. It … Continue reading Generational Misconduct
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