Sunday Stroll

Strolling through old haunts. 
Families side by side. 
Slice of this and Scoop of that.
Books found. 
On a whim.
And fifty matzo balls that made it all possible.

Blessings to you all this week, of all weeks. 


Back in the Saddle

Grammie moved out on Tuesday. Things around the house feel very changed.  And quiet. Certainly quiet good. But, as Fiona said, I think of her when I see the empty seat. 

So, today we had a home day.  Without an onlooker one feels free to do whatever the heck one wants. Yell. Eat in-between meals. Leave the dishes in the sink. Skip school.  All around unfiltered living.  

We biked to the lighthouse for the first time this season. Myles was worried about frostbite on his legs, (eight year old boys have a crazy thing for shorts apparently) but it was still worth it.  Its so little and quaint and stone. I love this little lighthouse. And with the pain of winter fading away, it felt like seeing a friend you had forgotten you had.  To the lighthouse, and beyond.


Around Here

My childhood copy of The Little Princess had been resting on my sister's bookshelf for years, and last week we were reunited.  It has been our read-a-loud for the ides of March, and is whisking us all away to imagine what it would be like to live imprisoned in the Bastille.  It is a truly wonderful escape.

In other news I have been trying my hand at knocking off some of the best boy shorts on the market: The mini boden board shorts. I picked up a pair, second hand several years ago, and Myles wore them non-stop for two entire summers.  They didn't survive autumn, and when I went to order them recently, I just couldn't stomach the price tag.  Who knows if it will work, but I just snuck them up into his drawer and am hoping for the best. My pattern is from here: DanaMadeIt. And you can barely tell the airplanes are upside down. Whoops.


Monday's sauce

 My new favorite ritual for the beginning of the week is to make a big batch of marinara sauce. There is nothing that gets things off to a good start better than onions and garlic cooking, and the knowledge that you will have something ready for a moment when things seem little rough around the edges.  It shines like a beam of light, when I open the fridge looking for lunch, and puts what could be a labor intensive weeknight lasagna more within reach. Its been the perfect thing for a bad case of the late winter blues.

This cookbook was given to Eric for Christmas and it has brightened our year thus far.  Here is the recipe from page, 324:

2 tablespoons olive oil
1 1/2 cups finely chopped onions
4 garlic cloves minced
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon dried oregano
1 or 2 bay leaves
1/4 cup dry red wine
two 28-ounce cans diced tomatoes
1/4 to 1/2 cup chopped fresh basil
ground black pepper

Warm the oil on medium-high heat. Add the onions and garlic and cook for a minute or two, stirring often. Sprinkle in the salt and add the oregano and bay leaves, if using, cover the pan, and reduce the heat to low. Cook until the onions are soft, 7 or 8 minutes. Stir in the wine, if using.
Add the tomatoes to the pan, bring to a simmer, and cook on low heat for 10 to 15 minutes. Cook longer for a thicker sauce. Remove bay leaves. Stir in the basil. Season with black pepper and more salt to taste.

So easy, and yields a fantastic seven cups. I usually used crushed tomatoes, and never skip the bay leaves.