{Chocolate Orange Mini Cakes}And when I say "rocks," I mean it in a literal,
go-to-a-rock-concert-with-her-daughters kinda' way. A few weeks ago, while at the
*Black Sheep Inn*, Mom peeked at the upcoming summer show listings, saw
*Emm Gryner's* name, and thought of me. Since the show was scheduled for her birthday, I thought we could
add dinner to the deal and make an evening of it. I called our
*favourite Thai restaurant*, ordered red curry and chicken satay for take-out, scooped it up and then headed over the bridge to Wakefield. The sky was clear. The temperature warm. We
ate dinner by the water, feeling uncomfortably full when we were done. And then the music. . .
Emm is one of those multi-talented artists who can sing, write music and flip-flop with ease from the guitar to the piano. Her song
*Almighty Love* was sited by
Bono among the top six songs from the last two decades
he wishes he had written himself! {She sang that one for us.}
At some point in the evening I pulled out a batch of four
tiny decadent cakes I had baked at home. We savoured them as best we could, while trying to scarf them down before the venue proprietor noticed we had
stowaway food.
Mmmmm. We clapped
Emm back on stage for two encores and were safe in our beds by 12:30!!! I am still recovering.
{"Panang" with Thai rice}
{Lovely, lovely Wakefield}
{Girly Drink}Presents were not opened until
Saturday, once the fog had lifted from our sleepy brains and we were passably able to
function again. I painted Mom B*A*T*H for her fresh new bathroom, and stocked her with fresh white towels. {I settled upon "BATH," however unoriginal, after briefly contemplating SOAK, FRESH, H2O, SCRUB, TUB, WASH. . .}
It was a
Happy Birthday. I truly have the coolest Mom around.
{Chocolate Orange Mini Cakes}
{"Panang" with Thai rice}
{Lovely, lovely Wakefield}
{Girly Drink}
It was a Happy Birthday. I truly have the coolest Mom around.
Quick peek: A gift in progress for Matty. Not born yet, but eagerly awaited.
. . . I will divulge this phenomenal recipe.
We have our very own veggy patch! Aidan's parents helped get us started. Without them I would likely have remained suspended in procrastination. Held up by the intimidation of my own ignorance. Gardening? What's that? What do you call that thingy with the metal claws? Oops! I killed the bushy green thing. Was I supposed to water that?
In the ground, spreading tiny networks of roots and shoots, we now have: red-leaf lettuce, green beans, tomatoes, baby carrots and peppers. 
It's early, but we all wanted a good dose of fresh berries. So we climbed into the car and drove to the end of the road. Kinburn Berries: A berry patch two minutes from home! The day was hot and sunny. The kids gleefully popped handfuls of warm berries into their mouths. The prices were great. And my freezer is stocked with chopped, sugared berries! Now for the scones, crepes and shortcakes.
When we were first building out here I noticed, and bemoaned, these horrible "decorative" creations *HERE*
After happening upon these wooden nightmares in Westport a few weekends past, my feelings towards them have been elevated from not-my-thing to these-are-beyond-creepy. Why would anyone think that shadow-men creeping up over the backyard fence, or hiding behind a tree, are an attractive landscape feature!
{Memories}
