Unbought Delicacies: Twas the night before shopping

Monday, 2 July 2012

Twas the night before shopping

Twas the night before shopping
And all through the house
Tummies were rumbling
Yes - even the mouse!
Fridges were empty
Apart from some scraps -
A half of a lemon and two crumbly baps.
Soft tomatoes and onions were chopped in a pan,
With leftover cheese sauce (not out of a can).
Shreddings of ham from the last of the pack
And a handful of mushrooms I found at the back.
On with the pasta
In all kinds of shapes,
Oddments from four bags
Not one did escape!
Then came the question
the Five O'clock Shout:
'What is for tea mum, or will we go out?'
All was cooked up
Just using my wits,
That great mothers' standby
'Pasta - with bits' !

4 comments:

Mum said...: Brilliant.
Love from Mum
xx; 2 July 2012 at 19:58
Freda said...: This is brilliant! We used to put out every single thing that was left in the cupboards and fridge, on our best dishes, and call it a 'pick and choose'. They loved it bless them!; 2 July 2012 at 23:31
Sue xx said...: Just wonderful, I saw Gail had posted it on Facebook too,
xxx; 3 July 2012 at 03:16
Maria said...: Hello,
I loved this verse and boy is it true!
All us Mothers must be smiling at this...
Maria x; 4 July 2012 at 08:47

I have found such joy

I have found such joy in simple things;
A plain, clean room, a nut-brown loaf of bread,
A cup of milk, a kettle as it sings,
The shelter of a roof above my head,
And in a leaf-laced square along the floor,
Where yellow sunlight glimmers through the door.
I have found such joy in things that fill
My quiet days: a curtain's blowing grace,
A potted plant upon my window sill,
A rose, fresh-cut and placed within a vase;
A table cleared, a lamp beside a chair,
And books I long have loved beside me there.
Oh, I have found such joys I wish I might
Tell every woman who goes seeking far
For some elusive, feverish delight,
That very close to home the great joys are:
The elemental things- old as the race,
Yet never, through the ages, commonplace.

~ Grace Noll Crowell

Ideas for handmade gifts

Small knitteds - gloves, scarves, hot water bottle covers, hats, tea cosies, phone covers, little toys,,cushion covers, bags. Some of these can be felted/fulled for extra interest.
Edibles - chutneys and jams, pickles, nice teas in a vintage/retro tin, sweeties, toffees, mustard, home made wine and liqueurs, home dried fruits, ketchups.
For the home - trimmed tea towels, handknitted dishcloths, quilted wallhangings, small samplers, restored picture frames, pot pourri, lavender bags, covered coathangers, little scented bags for hanging on handles, framed photos of family,etc you've taken yourself, pincushion,needle book, scissor keeper, book of promises (eg babysitting, 1 hour's housework, the ironing, etc)
Bathtime - homemade soap, bath oils, bath salts, knitted washcloths, herbal bags for the bath, hand sewn toilet bags, trimmed hand towels, homemade lotions and potions packed in pretty jars and bottles.
For the garden - home saved seed in handmade decorated packets; homemade handcream, exfoliating soap, wheat bag for those digger's aches and pains!

Handmade books, personalised printed notepaper and envelopes.
Hamper of bits and bobs from the above lists, packed in a pretty lined basket.

I'll add some more as and when I think of them; These can be used all year round and easily tailored to the recipient - everyone loves a homemade gift. :)

Inspiring thoughts.............

I saw a man, an old Cilician, who occupied an acre or two of land that no one wanted.
A patch not worth the ploughing, unrewarding for flocks, unfit for vineyards;
he, however, by planting here and there among the scrub cabbages or white lilies and verbena and flimsy poppies, fancied himself a king in wealth, and coming home late in the evening, loaded his board with unbought delicacies.
Virgil

I had no theories to prove. I merely wanted to try living by my own hands, independently as far as possible from a system of division of labour in which the participant loses most of the pleasure of making and growing things for himself. I wanted to bring in my own fuel and smell its sweet smell as it burned in the hearth I had made. I wanted to grow my own food, or forage after it. In short I wanted to do as much as I could for myself, because I had already realised from partial experience the inexpressible joy of doing so.

Harlan Hubbard, Shantyboat: A River Way of Life

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Monday, 2 July 2012

Twas the night before shopping

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