Life Moves Pretty Fast
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” ― Ferris Bueller It's so true. Last week I was checking out my many rose bushes and wondering when they would bloom. They seem late this year. A few days later I was outside chasing one of my little dogs. She is losing her hearing and sight, but I swear her little legs are running faster than ever. It's never been like her to run off. While I was running after her (or more like hobbling and limping) I noticed a couple of bushes with a few roses. After I got the pup settled and inside, I went back out to cut a few roses. The bees even took pity on me and allowed me to cut some of their sage blossoms. I placed the pretty little vase from my Mother's collection by a few Paris mementos.
My dad used to make a mess of those noodles for his yearly "buck noondles" feed. Venison of course. But the really cool thing was that he was a foodie before his time and insisted on doing them the authentic way right down to using the proper wooden chair backs to hang them on while he reveled in flour and eggs on the kitchen table until they became the dough he wanted and then hand cut them to be draped over said chairs to dry. Everyone foundered themselves and lay in lawn chairs and on the floor for hours afterward. Could have had something to do with the home brew he served too.
ReplyDeleteHi Lynda, thanks for checking in. Your dad's noodles sounds wonderful! I love good homemade noodles. My dad also use to make noodles from scratch, and would cut them very wide instead of the usual size. We use to refer to them as dumplin's.
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