FLYING THE FLAG

November 11, 2018

Remembering the 100th anniversary of the end of World War I

and all Veterans with

THREE ANONYMOUS QUOTES

“OUR FLAG DOES NOT FLY BECAUSE OF THE WIND.

IT FLIES WITH THE LAST BREATH OF EACH SOLDIER WHO DIED PROTECTING IT.”

 

“HOME OF THE FREE BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE.”

 

“TO OUR MEN AND WOMEN IN UNIFORM

PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE

GOD BLESS YOU

THANK YOU.”

…they deserve our thanks…

 

REMEMBERING LINDA

Shan Shui Xian in Fujian Province, China

HAIBUN

Linda Spencer, precious to me still, taught nursing to Chinese students in this province famous for rock oolong tea.  The steep rocky mountains, trees and rain are said to produce this famous tea from dark leaves to an amber sweet peat smoke aroma.

For two years Linda shared with me her daily Chinese living which was rough and unhealthy yet rewarding in her work.  Within one year of her return home, she fell in love, married and then suddenly died of throat cancer.  My noble friend has fulfilled her secular Carmelite vocation – savings lives from Haiti to China.  Now when I sip on oolong tea, I cherish our friendship along with her exotic adventures.

HAIKU

REMOTE WERE YOUR TRAVELS

TEACHING OTHERS TO SAVE LIVES

YOUR LIFE SPENT FOR THE CAUSE

CLAFOUTIS

Plum Clafoutis

HAIKU

INDIAN SUMMER

PLUMS BAKED IN CREAMY CRUST

INSTEAD OF CAKE

…almost time to make it…what my mother always baked for my birthday…

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RECIPE

This is a traditional French Autumn dessert of halved plums baked in a creamy crust

Ingredients:

4 1/2 oz. milk

4 1/2 oz. light or heavy cream

2-3 drops of vanilla essence

4 extra large eggs

2/3 cup sugar

1 tbsp. flour

1 oz. butter, not salted

 3 to 5 large plums, stones removed and halved

2 tbsp. brown sugar

1 tbsp. cognac, optional

powder sugar to sprinkle on top dish

serve hot or warm with whipped cream

Preparation:

  1.  Preheat oven to 350 F
  2. Pour the milk, cream and vanilla into a saucepan and boil for 1 minute. Set aside to cool.
  3. Tip the eggs and sugar into a bowl and beat together until fluffy, fold in the flour a little at a time.
  4. Pour the cooled milk and cream into the egg and sugar mixture, whisk lightly.  Set aside.
  5. Place a pat of butter into your baking dish and melt in the over until foaming, remove dish and place the halved plums in a circular fashion, sprinkle the brown sugar and bake for 5 minutes.  Next, pore the egg batter over the plums and bake for 30 minutes until golden brown.  Dust with powdered sugar.

…and voila…your clafoutis is ready…Bon Appetit!

 

 

 

PRAY, HOPE, TRUST

Saint Padre Pio of Pietrelcina, Italy (1887-1968)

“Worry is useless!  God is merciful and He will hear your prayers!”

September 20, 1918, Padre Pio received the visible wounds of Christ in both hands, spending his life praying and suffering for souls until his death on September 23, 1968.

If any one is worried, allow Padre Pio’s counsels to give you peace:

“Live tranquilly…follow the path on which the Lord has placed you.”

“So just like a bee who is carefully making the honey of holy practices, also make the wax of domestic affairs, because if the former brings with it a sweetness pleasing to Christ, as Scripture tell us, the latter superabounds with glory for him, because it serves to make lighted candles for the edification of one’s neighbor.”

“God who has taken you by the hand with special care is guiding you to the port of eternal salvation:  let us confide in him and have no fear.”

“May Jesus make your hearts more and more his.”

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Saint Pio is renowned for saying:  “Pray, pray, hope, trust God and don’t worry!”

Saint Padre Pio, pray for us

GARDEN MOMENTS

The Bench by Edouard Manet 1832-1883

Short Story

This idyllic garden scene reminds me of my grandmother’s little courtyard before entering what I thought was a mansion.

Placing twine and pruning shears in her checkered apron pockets and me carrying the basket ready to be filled, we followed the fragrances of the garden.  All the herbs of Provence were there, plus gorgeous roses, of which I would secretly snip one and quickly carry off to place in a bud vase on her nightstand.  I continued this tradition by plucking Hibiscuses from my mother’s flower patch.  Now the roses I grow remain uncut as they stretch to the sky for them.

I’m so glad you sat with me on this mystical bench.  Hopefully you come away refreshed and happy.