Saturday, February 02, 2013
We dedicate one room of the house (generally known as the living room) to our books and my piano. What made it particularly nice is that our best sofa is in the same room, and several wood arm chairs are there. Thus, it is a good room for quiet reading, discussions among ourselves, a place for our visitors to chat with us, and a place for me to play the piano and study and write.
We have a 15 foot long wall that has floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. However, this does not mean that is the ONLY place that we have books. Goodness, I think the only place that there are no books is in the bathrooms (again, books do not like water). We each have a small stash (10+/- board feet of books) in each of our bedrooms. We have books (20 board feet) in the kitchen, another 80 board feet of books in the family room, and, well, some books stacked here and there.
Friday, February 01, 2013
There is never enough room in our home for our books. We have a lot of them, and yes, each and every one of the books has been read by one or more members of the family. We do actually send books away to other homes every few years, but our core library remains the same, with some judicious (HA!) additions.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
WOW! Books! My salvation (sort of) and addiction (absolutely). I love books. I do not remember a day in my life where books were not present. Ever. Well, maybe on river running trips. Books do not take well to water!!
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Potatoes. We rarely had potatoes with our hot breakfasts while I was growing up. I have no idea why, as we had potatoes in the house, and used them for dinner several times a week.
But as an adult, I grew to rely on potatoes. They are inexpensive, easy to bake/roast/fry/boil. And the seasonings are simple, abundant, and reliable. So, on the weekends, we usually have potatoes with one breakfast. I prefer the roasted potatoes, as they are the easiest to fix for breakfast. I love hash browns, but cannot seem to duplicate the wonderful hash browns that I have experienced outside my home. I seem to lack an essential understanding about hash browns. Oh, well. That is why I will live to a ripe old age. I need to learn more stuff!
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Hot chocolate, coffee. We have hot chocolate sometimes for breakfast, but it is usually an occasional, late-night drink in the winter, now.
My father drank coffee, but none of the rest of us ever did. I remember opening my father’s Maxwell House coffee grounds can. I loved opening the new can because the smell of the coffee grounds was wonderful. I had the job of filling the coffee maker with the grounds and the water for dad’s morning breakfast. He got up early and turned on the coffee maker. He filled his thermos with that coffee and some crème (real cream on occasion, but usually half-n-half), and would take a cup filled with the same on his drive to work.
I do not think that dad ever had any hot chocolate. Mom did.
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