I love a stormy day, the way time recedes like tides carrying away all cares. My inner clamor slips into a quiet calm and in it, I find myself taking time for things there’s never any time for.
I had brought a box in from the garage that was from our old farm house office, the day before and began unwrapping the objects within. There were various award plaques belonging to my husband and the framed photos of our ancestors that once graced the walls….black and white photos of family on the old wood porch of the homestead, men with their mule teams, a time when little boys and girls were distinguished in their gowns only by ribbon sash or belt.
The old office at our farm.
The antique door lock that I used as a paperweight, I dusted it and place on my 1901 upright grand piano turned desk.
My husband’s spurs that once hung upon the antique coat hook reminded me of the home we’d made there, a chapter closed but lovingly remembered. We have a lake house now and my world is filled with boats and beach towels but I miss the wood floors and cowhide rugs, it’s cedar posts.
Tucked within the box was a bundle of carefully wrapped items and peeling it away, found a few of my treasures. I’m a sentimental fool, I’ll admit, a romantic in ways that loves old books. Modern books in printed jackets over cardboard covers lack the glory and glamour of a leather bound or embossed book. In this digital world, they’re no longer the cherished thing they were in days gone by but oh, I love them still.
Just Folks by Edgar Albert Guest 1917
We’re queer folks here.
We’ll talk about the weather,
The good times we have had together,
The good times near,
The roses buddin’, an’ the bees
Once more upon their nectar sprees;
The scarlet fever scare, an’ who
Came mighty near not pullin’ through,
An’ who had light attacks, an’ all
The things that int’rest, big or small;
But here you’ll never hear of sinnin’
Or any scandal that’s beginnin’.
We’ve got too many other labors
To scatter tales that harm our neighbors.
Without A Home by Edward P. Roe 1881
Just ten years ago I took my first hesitating and dubious steps toward authorship. My reception on the part of the public has been so much kinder than I expected, and the audience that has listened to my stories with each successive autumn has been so steadfast and loyal, that I can scarcely be blamed for entertaining a warm and growing regard for these unseen, unknown friends.
What better way to spend a stormy day with thunder clapping overhead than visiting old memories, treasured things… but a chocolate mug cake (Keto of course) with fresh whipped cream and curling up with a couple of old books, making time for things there’s never any time for?
Keto Chocolate Mug Cake
2 tablespoons almond flour
1 tablespoon unsweetened cocoa powder
2 teaspoons zero cal sweetener
1/4 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1 tablespoon butter melted
2 tablespoons sugar-free chocolate chips
Whipped Cream (Optional)
1/2 cup heavy whipping cream
1 tablespoon sweetener
Mix all of the dry ingredients in a medium bowl (almond flour, sweetener, baking powder, unsweetened cocoa powder)
Combine and mix the wet ingredients (egg, vanilla, and melted butter) in a separate bowl.
Add the wet ingredients to the bowl with the dry ingredients. Mix well until fully blended.
Fold in the chocolate chips and stir.
Spray a mug with cooking oil. Add the mixture to the mug.
Microwave for 50 seconds to 1 minute.
Whipped Cream (Optional)
Add the whipping cream to a mixing bowl. Use a hand mixer and mix for 2 minutes. Add in the sweetener. Mix until whipped cream forms. Top cake and dust with cocoa.