You've heard me mention my dear friend, Marion.
Her grandmother wrote a highly popular cookbook,
The Southern Cook Book,
published in 1951.
I have a paperback copy,
but I found a hardback in the boxes of
Mama Hawthorne's cookbooks.
In the storm surge.
A signed copy.
I love the flourish on the M.
Click to enlarge.
Marion, your grandmother sounds like a fascinating woman.
Mr. Hawthorne and I went to Home Depot today
and purchased storage units.
Why we didn't do this years ago,
I don't know.
We're slowly getting organized.
One of my friends found this perfectly good
blue storage unit in somebody's trash pile.
She brought it to me.
Those ribbons are the ones with the lights.
I saved Curious George.
He was high and dry.
And George was a gift to my fetal Daughter Hawthorne
from my dear friend, Maxine.
Here are the lighted ribbons on Natasha.
I buy Christmas stuff at WalMart right after Christmas
for way-discounted prices.
I never knew these ribbons lit up.
I saved my gourds.
Think I'll make bird houses out of them.
Maybe my artistic Daughter Hawthorne
could paint them.
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