Hey Sunday Letter friends. We survived another week.
And what a terrible week it was, here in the United (um, Divided?) States of America. I continue to remind myself that we are all human, that we all have more common attributes than differences. I’ve always believed this, but man alive, I’m beginning to doubt it.
My One Little Word—faith (in people)—which I announced last week, is dangling by a gossamer thread. In fact, I think I’ll change my word to grace. I’m going to need more of it.
It’s horribly ironic to me that the attack on the Capitol building happened on Epiphany, a day that claims hope in the midst of despair.
We officially said goodbye to Christmas this week. (At our house, we honor the whole 12 Days of Christmas😊.)
I always find it to be a little sad, putting away the bottle brush trees and other decorations I’ve collected through the years. This year was so odd, it seemed Christmas barely happened at our house. On the flip side, I LOVE reclaiming my house after the holidays. It doesn’t take long for a collection of anything to get on my nerves. January means clean, empty surfaces, rearranging shelves, breathing again.
When do you put away decorations? Or, did you skip decorating altogether in 2020?
Annabelle and the Doodle Bug
Doodle Bug (aka Gracie) has been part of our family four weeks now. I’m guessing by now, Annabelle realizes she is here to stay.
A few highlights from the past week:
Gracie learned to race up the stairs. She still can’t get down, which provides a few seconds of respite when some of us (all of us) are trying to do something (anything) without her underfoot.
Gracie practiced walking on her leash up and down the driveway and in the backyard. A+ for effort.
Tuesday, Gracie ate a Styrofoam packing peanut before I could chase her down and pry it from her shark teeth. Evidently it came out okay…
She has lots of nicknames already, a favorite being, “Gracie No!”
Annabelle napped with Gracie TWICE, a huge thing in our schnauzer world. And, they are definitely playing together more, which thrills Gracie to her incredibly energetic core.
Announcement: I’m bringing back my monthly book reviews in 2021. For several years, I blogged about the books I read each month. I stopped doing this a while back, and I’ve missed those posts. Once again, book reviews will become a regular end-of-the-month thing on the blog. I hope you are excited about this.
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Fresh Apple Cake
I made this cake for Thanksgiving, and I have been meaning to share the recipe since then. Seems I’ve been a little distracted.
This is Mrs. Hunkapillar’s recipe. Mrs. Hunkapillar lived in Keiser, Arkansas, when I was growing up. She was known not only for her fun-to-say name, but also for her baking prowess—this recipe in particular. Years ago, when Momma gave my sister and me cookbooks of favorite recipes for Christmas, this cake was included. A few things I’ve learned about old recipes—they aren’t always specific. Common terms have changed. Things that were “understood” aren’t obvious now. (For example, I recently made a recipe that called for one small can of Pet Milk. Today’s baker must ponder how many ounces was in a small can of Pet Milk in 1972?)
So that you enjoy the full experience of Mrs. Hunkapillar’s Fresh Apple Cake, I am attaching a copy of the recipe as typed by Momma. If you decide to make it, please realize this involves more than setting aside time to bake a cake. It’s a cooking challenge. The instructions are minimal.
One of my favorite parts: “Grease and flour long flat pan.”
Good luck. Success means a marvelous cake.
Things Momma Says:
“I hid all my chocolate from myself. Then, I found all my chocolate.”
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Here’s to a calmer week ahead. Stay safe everyone. And please mask up.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.