Tuesday, September 17, 2019

{ Day of rest, a Netflix show and more doctor appointments }

Good evening everyone, come on in and sit a bit with me.  I have coffee and tea and a slice of this delicious Portuguese Milk and Cinnamon Tart. (recipe on the food blog, if you're interested).

Tarte de Leite e Canela

So, news.

Monday, September 16, 2019

{ Happy Homemaker Monday - 09/16/2019 }

I have a lot that I want to get done this week ahead, some painting, some crafts and I'm pulling out my Fall decorations, whether the weather is ready to cooperate or not.  I'm done with the heat.

I hope you've all had a wonderful weekend and wish you a blessed week ahead.

Let's see what we have happening around blogland.

Sunday, September 15, 2019

{ A new noodle board }

 Previous noodle board back in 2010

Years ago, I had my husband build me a noodle board, if you don't know what that is, it is most commonly referred to as a stove cover.

I've always been into the country/primitive/farmhouse look and though my house doesn't completely reflect that yet, I do try to incorporate pieces here and there.

When we were stationed in Arizona, I asked my husband to please build me a noodle board, and he obliged, because he loves me and because he loves woodworking.  We both wish he had more time to devote to it, but with his work schedule it is not always possible.  Well that and the cost of the lumber, which is not as cheap as it used to be, back in the day.

Friday, September 13, 2019

{ First real Fall like day and current favorites }


Was awakened at 4am with the sound of thunder and bright lightning flashing through the windows.  A few seconds later the rain started coming down, the temperatures plummeted and the whole house remained dark until almost 8am.

Thursday, September 12, 2019

{ Grandpa Julio's Simple Vanilla Cake }

Grandpa Julio was my dad's father.  He was this amazing man with a killer sense of humor and full of stories to tell.

He used to love singing us random little tunes that he had no doubt learned from his own parents.  It never dawned on me why he knew so many Brazilian songs, and it wasn't until I was old enough to realize and know that his father and his father's parents and ancestors, were all from Brazil.

He was the fun grandpa, we would go to the coast on vacation and would watch him swimming in the ocean, he was like a fish, in and out, gracefully swimming, but also coming to stand by us and holding us tight when a big wave would threaten to go over our heads.  We don't swim, our parents don't know how to swim, and my brothers and I don't either.

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