I found this clipping in my grandmother’s recipe tin, cut from the September 1953 edition of Farm Journal. I’m not sure what possessed her to snip and save this nostalgic piece, the back did not have a recipe or contain anything relevant, but it was a treat to find it buried among cherry tart, Scottish scones and thumbprint cookie recipes. It adds a little mystery to a woman who I considered to be a role model. I wonder what the purpose was behind keeping an upright freezer ad. Was she secretly hoping that someone would buy her one? Did she laugh at the headline like I did? Read more
Winter in Maine seems to come earlier and earlier with each passing year. We had our first official storm of 2012 yesterday, just days after Sandy wreaked havoc on much of the northeast. I’m wondering if this means a long, cold winter or if this is a sign that spring will be here sooner than expected. I’m hoping for the latter. I welcome spring with open arms. Although I’m a Maine native and have lived here my entire life, I’ve never adjusted or become acclimated to the long, cold, dreary winters. As Bella says so eloquently in Twilight, “I don’t really like the rain. Any cold, wet thing I don’t really…” Okay, maybe it’s not so eloquent, but that’s me in a nutshell. Read more
Feminism, sexism, equal rights, binders…let’s shelve all of that BS today and agree that being a woman IS rough. I mean, come on. We have the weight of the world on our shoulders trying to balance work, kids and home. We always feel guilty about something or that we are not doing enough. We have the media painting this picture of what an ideal woman should look like – a picture that has been photoshopped, cropped, colored, matted and Crayolaed into a fictional piece of work. It’s a reality that we can never replicate, nor should we feel like we have to. Do you hear that Vogue Italia? Screw size 0!
I’m a few days late posting about the events of this past Tuesday, namely the earthquake we had here in Maine. It’s made news around the globe, so I’m sure you’ve heard about it. If not, Twitter is a great place to get the scoop AND antidotes. You’ve been warned. Read more
After poking around on Pinterest for awhile last night, I found myself reminiscing about things that I miss from my childhood. The biggest thing I miss is my grandmother. Gosh how I adored that short, grey-haired spitfire. She was definitely the anchor that kept us all grounded and glue that kept things together. Her passing left a wake of brokenness in the family and void that could never be filled. Some of my fondest memories are of her knitting endlessly and magically and always kicking her leg out to block me from trying to sit on her lap – both of us laughing in hysterics the entire time. Sheesh. I really miss those days.
Here are some other things from my childhood and teen years that I desperately miss: Read more
I’ve never been a fan of kids’ birthday parties – whether throwing or attending. I know this makes me sound like a horrible mother, but there’s something about these parties that, for me, is like having to go to the dentist on a Monday morning. They might look fun and innocent on the surface, but you can damn well bet there is shit going down – sinister, weird, mean, crazy shit. Read more
It’s been a lazy day around the Ponti household. For the most part, we’ve watched episodes from the second season of Legend of the Seeker and had breakfast. I enjoy having a little downtime, but lazy usually means I have way too much time to think. And thinking is either dangerous or depressing. I’ll warn you in advance that, today, my thoughts are rather depressing. Read more
I’m not a huge fan of movies on Netflix. To me, the choices are pretty slim and what movies are available are those you have either seen a hundred times on The Hallmark Channel or simply passed on the first time around. But! I do love the TV series they have on there – all those shows you saw advertised at one time, got excited about, said “I’m definitely watching that when it comes out this fall (or summer)!” and never actually got around to watching even the pilot episode of a single one. Well, Netflix lets you redeem yourself! Read more