Last updated on July 11, 2011 by Liza Hawkins
This week, you’ll get to enjoy guest posts from some of my blogger friends – the theme? Summertime childhood food memories. Hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
I met Amanda “Dumb Mom” online last year through her mom-awesome blog, and it turns out we’re neighbors. Not literally, but she lives in the same town. Amanda spends her days
lazily popping bon-bons running around after three adorable dudes (the
littlest of which is pictured below), operating an amazing photography business, writing for online and print publications, as well as managing social media for several local businesses. Are you tired reading all that? I am. Basically, she rocks. ROCKS! And did I mention she was on a little show called What Not To Wear last year? Um, yeah. I was totally
one of the stalkers at her Twitter viewing party. And she? She’s now dressed completely fab, all the time. Just in case you wondered if people actually stuck to the WNTW program afterwards.
OH! One more thing. There are a lot of bloggers that attempt to use the “strike out” in their ramblings, and while some are successful, there are a few that have mastered it.
Of course I’m included in that few. Amanada? She may very well be one of my favorite strike-outers. Seriously. Enjoy!
Sunday mornings at Casa de Dummies mean one thing:
kids up too early fighting over which cartoon to watch biscuits for breakfast!
It’s a tradition I’ve taken to sharing with The Dudes because it meant so much to me when I was growing up.
In the small town I spent a good chunk of my early life living in, I was fortunate to be within walking distance to my grandparents’ house.
I didn’t walk there very often, I’ve never been much of a walker, but I did get up almost every single Sunday I can remember and go there for breakfast with my parents before heading off to church.
It was at her house that I developed a love for
carbs homemade preserves.
She had a peach tree growing in her yard that I spent many an evening playing around and collecting fruit for her to turn into magical canned goodness.
She would make it all summer; jars always covering her counter and chunks of wax laying about waiting to be put to good use.
And, every Sunday she would pop open one of those jars, pry the wax off with a knife, and smooth a dollop on one or five of her freshly baked biscuits for me to enjoy.
Then, she’d tuck the opened jar into my mom’s purse so I could take it home and enjoy it for the rest of the week.
Which I did. Sometimes with a biscuit, sometimes with toast, and sometimes with nothing more than a teaspoon!
entirely too busy eating cupcakes and baking cookies to learn to can not the canning type and I don’t have a bountiful peach tree in my yard to inspire me.
But, I do have a mean biscuit recipe and a little person or two who don’t mind getting dirty hands in the name of culinary magic!