tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post5097508469522514159..comments2012-02-08T07:50:18.826-06:00Carmela Martinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543808551988338496noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-90785201779713884762009-11-18T05:42:47.687-06:002009-11-18T05:42:47.687-06:00April, you never made macaroni pictures? Where on earth did you grow up? Couldn&#39;t have been the U.S. I didn&#39;t think ANY of us escaped without making multitudes of macaroni pix. Ha!<br /><br />Love your poem. I think the whole change in tone is actually what makes it! Thanks for the laugh on the start of a stressful day. I needed it.laurasalashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-16119477332865229082009-11-15T19:59:58.684-06:002009-11-15T19:59:58.684-06:00Yes, I wrote &quot;I love you&quot; in ketchup...<br /><br />And I like the idea that the whole meal is a love note. <br /><br />And memories of pilgrims...I remember churning butter!<br /><br />Send us your food pictures...I never made macaroni pictures, but I&#39;d love to see yours!April Halprin Waylandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10760393691320267240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-56383238570496386042009-11-15T01:24:22.196-06:002009-11-15T01:24:22.196-06:00And who can forget macaroni pictures from our youth? Not quite so poetic, but quite a smile!Anne Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14155397173987120518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-38722936047068347412009-11-13T17:12:30.429-06:002009-11-13T17:12:30.429-06:00Do you remember in kindergarten when we made special food for a Thanksgiving meal to be shared by the two classes? We dressed up as pilgrims and Indians too. Half of us were pilgrims, and churned butter, the others were Indians and crayoned on their Dad&#39;s old shirts to make buckskin clothes. I think they made popcorn. I remember us all sitting down to share this wonderful feast, and of course, we were learning to write in food by making a meal with special foods that carried a meaning, like words. <br /><br />Many years later I went to a wonderful meal made by a Spanish artist who created a feast that looked like a well cared for garden on the table, but the flowerpots were loaves of bread and the dirt was chocolate and the flowers were carved fruits and vegetables. We ate from the flowerpots with tiny trowels and drank from small watering cans. Her message was written in food and a little harder to understand, but we had so much fun!<br /><br />-Teri<br /><br />-TeriTerihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02014915824463155775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-28121273037627398842009-11-13T16:03:34.253-06:002009-11-13T16:03:34.253-06:00Did Josh write &quot;I love you&quot; in ketchup or was that you?! Great idea. At the farmers market Wed. I got 2 lamb chops from lambs raised in Dixon, about 8 miles from us. I hadn&#39;t intended to buy lamb from the very nice guy who raised them, Martin Emigh, but we got to talking.... My first local lamb cooking is happening right now. At first I was going to make plain lamb stew, but I remembered that Indian lamb dishes can taste mighty good. So I&#39;m doing an easy version of lamb with onions. It&#39;s on the stove right now; cumin, hot green peppers &amp; garam marsala make it nicely Indian. And the whole thing is a love note to my husband. (Maybe a raisin note, too.) He loves my cooking &amp; tells me all the time. This is for you, AJ. No leftovers tonight!Lyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342679653602578971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-42116911200753027642009-11-13T13:02:34.424-06:002009-11-13T13:02:34.424-06:00What a yummy post. I&#39;m SO going to spell out &quot;Happy Birthday&quot; in raisins to my husband tomorrow!!jamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.com