Old Recipe

 

Glorified Rice:  once a favorite at church get togethers.      Easy to make.  And for some of the elderly folks, an easy food to swallow.  . 

Glorified Rice

2 cups of  cooked white rice.  Cooled. 

1 cup whipping cream. Whipped.  Add 1/4 sugar.  

1 cup of miniature marshmallows.

Blend the ingredients.

Garnish with a maraschino cherry.

  

Slime

Miss Tara, (as in Gone with the Wind) loves to hike, bike, and ski down  mountain slopes.  Today along with several other  Para Professionals, and a  teacher in an elementary classroom, she helped special needs children  make and play with Slime.  (Recipes are on line. And most  anyone of any age seems not to mind stretching and pulling  and squeezing slime.  It can also be found in the toy sections in colors of blue and purple and glittery pink.)  

Slime is  helping the children practice sensory skills:

Tara's own  sensory skills   as a child, came to mind-  living along the salty Sound, and playing along the shoreline  with the slimiest of sea weed  when the tide was out. She  could pick it up-a long wet tuberous green  her head.  There was also the squishy sand between her toes,   cold waves slapping over her wading feet,  barnacles on rocks she tried to walk on, warm tide pools to sit in, and castles to construct.    Sooo  much to pick up and examine,  the agates with light passing through, and  clam shells for scooping, and wild drift wood shapes that she imagined to be creatures of every kind, and rafts to float along in the shallows. And there was  skipping home in sandy socks and slimey  wet tennis shoes. 

And not to forget the slime of cleaning and carving a pumpkin this time of year.    

 

Everything happens in story form.

 "Don't you think life happens in story form?"  I asked Miss~C, my creative young grandaughter,  (The Little Girl With Stand-uppy Hair).   

Yes!  she emphatically agreed.    She likes to draw characters that are all doing something.  They're  active - acting. She also loves drawing, writing, and dancing.          



  In the past, I wrote a blog,  "Little Girl With Stand-uppy Hair".  It was my way to connect as a long distance grandma.  
  The blog was on line under Validations.blogspot.com  For some reason,  it wasn't easy to find on the net so I renamed it,  peachycritters.blogspot.com 

hollyhockjunction.blogspot.com

 

Autumn leaves.

As I say good bye to September- Let the leaves fall where they may! 

Let the "leaves" fall where they may.

Let the "quips" fall where they may.

Let the "chips" fall where they may - that is in  in wood chips.  

Back in the late 1800's,  the quip was- "Hew to the line, let the chips fall where they may."  

So to hew to the line is to cut along a line drawn  on  a piece of wood  or lumber, with an ax, a  hand saw, or a draw knife.

Have a good fall.  Or as my favorite COTA would say instead,  "Have a good autumn."  (and not to fall...)