Home Cooking - Peach Cobbler, Chocolate Pie

A rainy Sunday prompted one experiment in cooking. Homemade chocolate meringue pie as made by Jonah's grandma on his Dad's side. Gran. I used her recipe as given to my daughter for chocolate pudding made from Hershey's cocoa and made some "egg icing" (meringue) to go on top. My homemade pie crust was a little tough but all in all, the results were delicious. Homemade pudding tastes NOTHING like the kind from a box.

The second experiment was to make a simple peach cobbler. I just used a large can of peaches in heavy syrup. I doubled the recipe since I couldn't find my square pan and used the rectangular pan instead.

Pretty - Magpie #69

Magpie Tales is a creative writing blog by Willow at Life at Willow Manor. Click on the link to see the other entries.

As I grow older, I become a concentrated version of myself gradually discarding all the extraneous bits from my environment. I slowly realize that I don't really need this or that thing and I let go of my attachment and welcome the simplicity of scarcity. Strange the little things I am still unable to release - useless object but so pretty.

Here is another take I feel the need to add:

Sensuous tip, smooth and glistening, hypnotic destination and, for a few timeless moments in a lifetime, the center of the universe.

The Eyes Have It

Magpie Tales is a creative writing blog by Willow at Life at Willow Manor. Click on the link to see the other entries.

They say the eyes are the window to the soul, but this eye has no soul. So why is it so difficult to look away? It is beautiful, really, in a disturbing way.

Actually, my ex-husband has a glass eye. He lost his eye in a bar fight years ago. A pool stick was involved. I don't like to think about it and have not seen him in person since sometime around 1975, long before the accident. My son wrote a very bawdy but entertaining song with his brother, Chad, called, "My Dad's Left Eye." Little Jill was afraid to meet her grandpa for the first time. What if he removed the eye??? But she came back from her visit just fine and is very fond of him. The eye stayed where it belonged.

Now that I think of it, I know why dolls are sometimes scary. Especially the old ones with the cracked faces. It is the eyes . . .