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Momma Never Told Me


 Looking Beyond
 

I traveled into tomorrow

to see what was going to be.

But when I got there

I turned around to find

tomorrow was visiting me!

 

Would I if I could

change tomorrow to today?

Then what will be, will not

and tomorrow will not be.

Live for today is all I can say!

Celebrating birthdays with granddaughters!

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 What Inquiring Streamers Want to Know
 

*** We finally got much-needed rain in our drought stricken area!

*** I'm back volunteering at the hospital --- just in time for a flu shot!

*** My husband had to peek at the shower cleaner and got shot in the eyes too!

*** We have new next-door neighbors.

*** I painted my original Love Boxes to sell at the Festival in the Patch.

*** I'm writing a book, believe it or not.

*** Last night we went to a Halloween party. Meet Inspector Groucho Cluseau:

Anybody know a good plastic surgeon?

We're leaving for Hilton Head in the morning, so have a great week, Streamers! ~~~ Hugs, Rita B

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 Her Wit was as Dry as a Martini
 

Peg Bracken’s irreverent manifesto/cookbook The I hate to Cook Book, found an audience with American women suddenly confronted by the post-war culinary arms race. Bracken recalled: 'You watch your friends redoing their kitchens and hoarding their pennies for glamorous cooking equipment and new cookbooks called `Eggplant Comes to the Party' or 'Let's Waltz Into the Kitchen,' and presently you begin to feel un-American.'' She responded by writing simple, easy-to-prepare dishes that relied on packaged seasonings like onion soup mix. Her recipes and her written style were irreverent lamentations of the social expectations thrust upon women of the post-war boom-years. Bracken died on Saturday, October 20, at the age of 89. Her obituaries have all identified the social power of her satiric recipes. Never since Filipo Marinetti’s Futurist Cookbook has a piece of culinary writing had such incisive cultural relevance. Undoubtedly aware of her advancing pulmonary fibrosis, the Miami Herald published a story more than a week before her death calling her cookbook, “one of the most delightful and influential pieces of food writing of the past 50 years. Bracken's often hilarious commentary about the rules of entertaining, the language of food and the gender roles imposed on women stays fresh. Relevant, even.” Both the Los Angeles Times and the New York Times suggested that Bracken’s unconventional cookbook presaged the women’s movement. The Los Angeles Times asserted that The I Hate to Cook Book, “struck a chord with an as-yet-unidentified mass of women emerging from the Eisenhower 1950s who did not regard slaving over a hot stove a feminine virtue. Betty Friedan addressed the same audience a few years later with The Feminine Mystique (1963), the landmark feminist treatise that said women were unhappy confined to a strictly domestic role. Bracken's popularity surged as another culinary star surfaced -- Julia Child, who launched a gastronomic craze in 1961 with "Mastering the Art of French Cooking," co-written with Simone Beck and Louisette Bertholle. Child shared Bracken's irreverence but not her love of shortcuts and recipes so anti-haute as to be named "Fake Hollandaise" and "Spinach Surprise." The New York Times wrote: "Long before the microwave became a fixture of every home, “The I Hate to Cook Book” was creating a quiet revolution in millions of kitchens in the United States and abroad. Three years before Betty Friedan touched off the modern women’s movement with “The Feminine Mystique,” Ms. Bracken offered at least a taste of liberation — from the oven, the broiler and the stove. 'Some women, it is said, like to cook,' Ms. Bracken’s book began. 'This book is not for them.'"

Dearest Peg,

As a young wife who didn't know a flip about cooking, I loved and was grateful for your humorous cookbook!  Even my older daughter discovered the "I Hate to Cook Book" and uses your recipes.  Back then, your modern idea that women should not be tied to the stove agreed with my feelings and I shall be forever in your debt for giving me some of our family favorites --- and a lot of laughs!!!  God bless. ~~~ Rita B

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 Freaky Brangelina Dream
 

Elbow room was tight on the van, but Brad & Angelina sat upfront, of course. I didn't recognize anyone else --- we all seemed connected because we were involved with helping children, like on a mission trip.

People kept disappearing, rotating seats in this huge vehicle. I noticed Brad & Angelina were moving closer to the back where people exited at the rear.

Eventually, I kept moving too and made it out of the van. I was dropped off in a place I didn't recognize and felt quite lost in a strange city. While I tried to figure out how to get home, I woke up!

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 In the Right Place
 

Sometimes we just end up in the right place at the right time.

It was surreptitious, really, that I stopped at this store to look around for birthday gifts. I had a few extra minutes to spare.

Soon I was standing next to woman, both of us looking into a glass case with angels. We agreed how gentle they looked, evoking a serene and quiet beauty.

She particularly liked two: one holding a rose and the other one kneeling. She asked me which one and I tried to help her decide. Then she confided that she was trying to pick gifts for people helping her with her mother's funeral tomorrow! Also, she was from out of town and alone.

I had thought she was upset, close to tears, so I comforted her as best I could to a stranger. Since I lost my mom a few years back, I knew very well how she was feeling. Bonding, we talked and looked at other gifts she needed, like one for the pastor.

Even as I was checking out, she brings another gift to me to get my opinion. By the time I left the store, we hugged and I told her how sorry I was about her mom.

Strangely, it felt good that I was there for her at just the right time. Maybe my angel Mom sent me to her!

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