Opening doors…

Gorgeous colors together…who knew?

I am in the mood to step through these burst of color doors.

Care to join?

Off to trim my bougainvillea.

sigh.

 

Pictures from pinterest

lemon pepper pappardelle. oh my.

 Now, normally I wouldn’t pick up a package of lemon pepper pasta

Lemon pepper often has a phoney baloney taste to me

But a friend clued me into Trader Joes Lemon pepper pappardelle

oh. My.

By the by….Pappare means to gobble up in italian.

So in a use what you have kinda way I made a delish if I do say so myself  pasta dish with

scallops, shrimp….and even the maligned Brussel sprout.

he ^ just never was a favorite of mine.

This pasta is so fresh and lemony….really worth it.

And it is something like $1.49 if I remember correctly.

Get some.

I will wait.

Here is what I did:
~2 packages lemon pepper pasta (cooked according to directions)
~ 1 cup white wine
~ 1 cup chicken stock (ill be honest, I didn’t do any measuring, and trust me, you won’t either)
~1 onion minced and about 3 sliced cloves of garlic
~1 orange  pepper, diced
~fresh shrimp and scallops (enough for your family….and your big black dog who always gets leftovers. Always.

~1/2 stick of  butter
~ 3 tablespoons lemon juice…or a whole lemon squeezed
~1 tablespoon olive oil
In a medium size sauce pan, heat olive oil over medium heat.  Add onions and garlic and cook about 3-4 minutes. Add pepper and cook an additional 3-4 minutes.  I sautéed  scallops and shrimp in a separate pan,  until they turn color.   Add wine and stock to the pepper and onion pan, and bring to a boil.  Simmer until reduced by about half.  The sauce will thicken.  Add butter and lemon juice and then the scallops and shrimp.
Add cooked pasta to sauce pan and mix.  Serve with freshly grated cheese. And sliced scallions….or something green on top  Yum.

Oh….and go ahead and sauté the maligned brussel sprouts, who are probably pouting in the corner, told ya….just don’t like them much and add them to the mix.

Mangia!

And a beautiful 4th to you!!!

A lazy morning checking out the work of…

Schuyler Samperton

Fun Indeed!

 

 

You can see more of her portfolio here.

Happy Sundaying.

So maybe…

Or maybe not.

We are leaving for Europe in a few weeks.

Not the Europe you often think of…or I often think of

but a more “Baltic” form.

Actually we will be visiting three different countries

and would LOVE to know how best to really see them.

Inhale them.

Wanna play?

Wanna guess?

And if you can guess….wanna give some insider tips?

Purty please? Cherry on top.

Habitat lamp find for Father’s Day….

We have a room in the casa

that has been relegated to the office. His office.

I found a fantastic lamp the other day….well not the whole lamp. The base was blah…but the shade was a keeper

Heavy made of brass…shiny inside.  Dusty out.

I paired it with a hatless base

also from habitat….it was hanging out in the garage up to no apparent good.

Voila…Happy Father’s Day.

wait…

We also found these great think madmen Old fashioned glasses for the Dad.

Okay, friend, name your poison….

Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.  ~Mae West

Singing in the shower….

You either do

or …you don’t.

BUT…Singing in an outdoor shower

is a whole other proposition altogether.

Jane Coslick’s polky-dot shower here

I feel a song coming on…

Photos from Pinterest

Life lessons…from a horse.

Attending births is like growing roses. You have to marvel at the ones that just open up and bloom at the first kiss of the sun but you wouldn't dream of pulling open the petals of the tightly closed buds and forcing them to blossom to your time line. ~Gloria Lemay, Midwife.

I am allowed the privilege….responsibility… honor and sanctity of attending births.

Usually human.

And while it is on my bucket list to attend…or rather, be witness to…a horse birth.

I never seem to make it.

And in the end, that is perfect.

I am convinced they do it better without an audience.

I’m quite convinced we do to.

This early morning I missed another beautiful birth of a friends mare…by minutes…maybe an hour.

They didn’t need us at all.

Little man…Marengo… has a strong and beautiful road ahead of him.

To Life!