Everyone knows it. I am not a domestic goodess.
And im fine with that. Mostof the time. There are times when I wish that I knew how to make pastery. Or even spell it for that matter.
Ive been working on some recipes lately. Working really hard. For weeks. And now I have 3 under my belt. Yes, only 3. But they are stellar (when I say “recipes” I meaning glorified quesadillas of course). I will feed them to any of you when you come over for some din-din. But they took me weeks to perfect. In our backyard we have the worlds biggest apple tree. He’s massive. Yes hes a he. Anyways, every fall I make “homemade apple pie”. And by homemade I mean I buy premade pie shells and
put one on the bottom, mix (with no measuring)
cut up apples, brown sugar & vanilla in the middle & then put the other premade pie shell on top. Its fancy.
It tends to be a bit watery, but they are sooooOOOooo good. They are actually famous on my family.
Im not sure if its because they are that good, or because people are in awe that I made something. edible.
The only reason that my house is nicely decorated & put together is because we have a decorating portion of
our finance budget. I tour a show home and then try to copy it. If we were on a shoe-string budget, and thus
left to my own craftiness, we would have towels as curtains with paper-chains as the valance. Im just sayin’.
As an teenager, I was given full rein on decorating my new room. I kept it a secret until the unveiling.
When my family walked in what they saw was this: One forest green wall. One Fuschia pink wall. On the fushia wall, the closet
door had been painted forest green, and on the fuscia wall the door to the room had been painted forest green. to coordiate
you know? What of the other 2 walls you ask? Well they were left white. The one was covered in lip prints from yours
truly & her friends. I bought 5 new lipsticks and we all slathered at least 1000 kisses on that wall. On the other white wall,
we painted our hands and did hand prints all over it in green & pink (to keep with the color scheme obviously). For an accent
color there was, of course, the brown shag rug.
So that is my background. Everyone knows it. Everyone accepts dinner invitation with fear.
So there we were on Christmas day at the cabin with my husbands family. My darling mother in law was
preparing a delish Christmas dinner, and was buzzing around the kitchen finishing up everything.
When at the last second she annouced (all horrified) that she had not brough flour (to thicken the gravy) to the cabin.
Everyone gasped. What was Christmas dinner without gravy? For everyone knows that you eat the food JUST so
that you can have the gravy (or is that just me?). Nobody had a solution & my poor mother-on-law felt terrible.
When all of the sudden the tiny sliver (TINY) of marthastewart that I have in me kicked in. Lately I had been
working on making homemade dairy-free soups, that you thicken with pureed oatmeal (instead of cream).
“oatmeal” I screeched!!! Everyone looked baffled. Oatmeal??–who sweared??! I got pots & pans & microwave
& mixer going and before you knew it….the gravy was thick! (albeit lumpy…with oatmeal lumps —but
everyone ignored them, so greatful that we had gravy).
In terms of upping my status in the “homemaker” department, I pretty much climbed mount Everest. In the Nude.
In -40. With 14 koala bears hanging off of me. It was that impressive.
I just want to really toot my own horn here. NON-DOMESTIC Radelle saved the day. Saved it.
Ive never been more proud. Not even when Rockwell was born. (im kidding of course).
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