So I’m back from a wonderful Mother’s Day weekend at home with the fam, where sister and I prepared quite the Italian feast for our mom, aunts, and other very important women. Pictures from the meal, which I’ve deemed “Under the Tuscan Sun-themed,” coming soon.
We managed to only slightly overcook the pork tenderloin and also served grilled veggies, prosciutto and melon, caprese salad made with heirloom tomatoes and drizzled with pesto, rosemary and roasted garlic mashed potatoes, and with a little help from good ol’ Central Market, tiramisu for dessert. I managed to extricate CM’s tiramisu from its grocery store packaging and deftly pieced four of them together in my mom’s 9X11 pyrex. After some smushing with a spatula, it appeared appropriately homemade to me, and no one seemed to notice. For the record, I have made tiramisu before. But if you ask me, such skilled faking is in itself a culinary accomplishment. Plus I was busy making Martha’s divine blueberry mint lemonade. Ms. Stewart is not known for quick and easy recipes, but ohmygosh is this stuff good. Recipe is not available online, but lives in this beauty:
You can this book at Amazon, here. (Sidenote: I got this cookbook as a gift for Christmas and it has not failed me yet, full of good recipes and pretty comprehensive).
In other news, this weekend I spent part of the afternoon going through my grandparents’ things to clean and get their house more organized. Just being there made me miss Mimi and Papa terribly, as I have such vivid memories of spending time there growing up with two of the most wonderful, kind-hearted people that ever were. Also, because I have a fat kid’s heart, it brings back memories of so many great treats consumed at the Casa de Mimi. Orange slices, chili cheese fritos, macaroni and cheese with hot dogs, Mrs. Baird’s honey buns (microwaved with butter and syrup on top, no less), Peter Paul Mounds bars, oh and that time Mattie, Annie, and I stayed up all night eating two whole family-sized bags of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Clearly we are quite the health-conscious family. But, eating habits aside, my grandparents truly taught me so much about what it means to love others, love life, and live well.
Most of my grandparent’s things have yet to be divised among the kids and grandkids, but in all of our cleaning and sorting, I was able to come away with this wonderful treasure.
A scarf of Mimi’s that I guess to be 1970’s or earlier. It is clearly fantastic, as Mimi had fantastic taste. I actually wore this last night to a cocktail thing that was quasi-casual, as I used it to dress down my White House Black Market tiered chiffon strapless dress.
Prior to acquiring this beautiful orange, navy, and cream scarf, I was stumped by this conundrum. Turns out its not easy to dress down silk chiffon, but this scarf and nude Aldo pumps did the trick (at least IMO). Also, maybe someday I will graduate from grainy iphone photos. Maybe.
So, thanks Mimi for all of your wisdom (fashion/beauty related and otherwise) throughout my youth, and for this beautiful scarf that will remind me of you at every wear! And with that, I leave you with one of Mimi’s greatest pieces of fashion wisdom:
“Powder and paint make a woman what she ain’t.” –Thanks, Mimi! I clearly heard you on this one 🙂