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  The other day I got a simple text message from a friend. Here’s what she said,   “You’ve been horribly quiet”.     Damn it. Caught. Someone is actually paying attention. Son of a bitch.   Okay. Okay. It’s true. And anyone who reads me deserves an explanation because, after all, without you who […]

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  • Lisa at Grandma's Briefs - Ugh! Yeah, it’s so hard to blog when IRL things are funky. Do know, though, you don’t always have to be funny. We will still love you. Besides, you are funny even when you don’t mean to be.

    That said, good luck with the unclustering and more. And congrats to your son on his engagement. Cute couple!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thanks Lisa. You’re one in a million. Your words are encouragement for me.ReplyCancel

  • Roshni - So, you’re living life instead of just blogging about it?!! Seems pretty reasonable to me!
    And, what an adorable photo of your son and future daughter-in-law!!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Yes Roshni- yes. Leave to you to put it all in perspective in a single sentence. Love you gal!ReplyCancel

  • Jeffrey Scott - Yikes! I can relate. Sometime things just pile up. Hang in there. Or go out and scream, that helps once in a while.ReplyCancel

  • Sharon Hodor Greenthal - Please keep writing. You’re so good at it.ReplyCancel

  • Ines Roe - I love your post and was totally enthralled because I identified with so much of it. There comes a time in our life in which we have to refocus, redefine and trudge forward. Thank you for taking us along on your ride.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - My God – could I love you more? Yes- refocus and recharge are the words of the day!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Yes- it is a bit confusing. hahaaaReplyCancel

  • Ellen Dolgen - You are hilarious! Even when your are silent you are funny!ReplyCancel

  • Penelope Shelfer - Don’t work too hard, dear! We *must* have time to rejoice that we’re survivors of human atrocities heaped upon us by our beloved family! !LOL!ReplyCancel

  • Carolann - Oh my goodness, know this – you are not alone. Same age as you and know just what you mean.I keep saying..and this too shall pass…it helps…somewhat lol.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - If I had known then what I know now…. I wouldn’t have given as much a sh*t. Thank you for the camaraderie. This too shall pass…this too shall pass…ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Ok, for sure i love the apron. I would buy one, except I found 8, count ’em, 8 aprons when I did my own purging. The way I dealt with it is that we are renting a year round vacation place at the ocean and I’ll bring some there. It’s extreme, but…ReplyCancel

  • Bryce Warden - That was a fun little ride…will be waiting for more. Onward warrior woman.ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - I think we all have midlife meltdowns. We’re here for you and hope you’ll keep writing about them!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - It’s getting harder and harder but maybe if I came along in your suitcase to PV that might help! HA!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Don’t worry about the twenty pounds and a face lift. Once you are through the mid-life melt down, the pounds go away. I’m now close to what I was BC *before children). Of course, that took twenty years to happen and somehow my body rearranged itself, but it isn’t worth worrying about. Keep on having a blast and I’ll raise a glass of wine to your yard sale. I really need to have one, but that hasn’t happened in fourteen years. My daughter can worry about it. Fabulous picture of your son and daughter-in-law to be.ReplyCancel

  • David - Good fucking lord… I think my uterus popped out reading this…. Thankfully it was all first nation problems… so you still got it as far as I am concerned… This too shall pass…like a kidney stone… Love… ds… .ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - You’re right, after all I did push two bowling balls out of my garden hose, and THAT wasn’t easy! Kidney Stones be damned! XXOOReplyCancel

      • David - Kidney Stones are the male birthing experience… they are one example when tighter is not better…ReplyCancel

  • Estelle Sobel Erasmus - Happy to join you for the ride! Thanks for the update!ReplyCancel

  • Mary - I love this post! Actually, I love all your post and I’m buckling up for more!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - It’s amazing to me I actually HAVE readers! And I thank God for them- and you. Thanks Mary– xxooReplyCancel

  • Sue - I relate to so much on this list Cheryl and I am going through many of these things too so thank you very much for writing what I am thinking and thinking what I am think. Love the apron and I want to sell stuff too and have been looking into it. I love you even when your quiet. Best to you and your lovely mother.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thanks Sue. I’m so glad we have each other’s backs. XXOOReplyCancel

  • Janie Emaus - I’m here if you need me!ReplyCancel

  • Lynda@fitnessmomwinecountry - Buckle up? Heck I was strapped in months ago when I started reading and have not left the seat! I do not envy your storage situation and having a yard sale. NOPE, I don’t keep anything because I am just way too organized and wound too tight to have crap anywhere. LOL
    You want a garage sale story? The day I had one and let a child use our bathroom … it involved me screaming {the entire yard hears from outside} water coming through the door and running down the steps to the living room …YEP you can imagine!
    Thanks for being here Cheryl 🙂ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Holy Shit. Yard sales really bring out the dregs-of-the-Earth don’t they? Of course, I’ve been telling myself I’m not living with clutter either- way too organized, until I remembered that all my crap is in the warehouse! *head shaking* As for the ‘ride’ I’m very happy you’re joining me. ROAD TRIP! HahahaaaReplyCancel

  • Lisa Froman - Always a fun ride!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - We need a meet-and-greet Lisa. I’ll pick you up! ZoomZoom.ReplyCancel

      When I was a kid, my grandfather used to speak like an alien to me.   He used phrases that might as well have been Greek. (See what I did there? ‘Might as well been Greek’ was one of his favorites). Here are some examples:   “Hi Grandpa.”   “Well, don’t you look […]

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  • Roshni AaMom - *GASP* I was laughing at the grandpa-grandchild dialogue but then an amazing recipe!! And those pies look oh-so-amazing, Cheryl!!ReplyCancel

  • Sue - Loved the fun slang talk from our Grandparent’s days. I used to hear “Don’t know him from Adam” so maybe Skippy knew Adam and I kind of remember “cook up a storm” too. You’re a riot! Adore the peach pie tartlets that look better than anything. As soon as peaches around here look better, I want to try this pie.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Oh yes- I remember that one. I believe Adam and Skippy were nieghbors! SO funny Sue. If you try this tart give me jungle and suggest any changes. Love ya!ReplyCancel

  • Gary Sidley - My grandmother’s favourite phrase was ‘There’s nought queerer than folk’. And this was in the days long before homosexual freedoms. Very confusing.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Yes. Confusing. Did she mean no queerer than queer folk or just regular folk? I think just ‘regular’ which I totally agree with. Glad to have perspective from the other side of the pond!ReplyCancel

  • Jeffrey Scott - What a fantastic post. Love the photo and recipe. Now if I could just get ambitious enough to try making this.

    As for the ‘alien’ speech, they truly are gems.
    In truth, if aliens listened to the many things we said, they’d wonder what we were talking about. So many colloquialisms.

    Thanks for sharing the post.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Why THANK YOU Jeffrey! If you do prepare the recipe let me know how I can improve I, okay?ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Those tarts look like the bee’s knees and they’d make you right as rain!ReplyCancel

  • Alma Calabrese - Cheryl , This made my day !ReplyCancel

  • Doreen McGettigan - My granddad talked like that too. When I was really little it kind of scared me. I did love being in the kitchen with my grandmother even when she washed and reused aluminum foil.
    Thank you for sharing this recipe, it looks good!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - They were seriously weird. Washed and reused the aluminum foil. Sounds like my my grandparent’s house!ReplyCancel

  • Eve Gaal - That looks amazing but I’m not sure what the peach liquid is. Is it the same as the peach syrup? Confused. Hugs.ReplyCancel

  • Carolann Iadarola - lol cute and yummy! I’m going to try this recipe for sure! I love anything with peaches in it!ReplyCancel

  • MJM - I can’t cook to save my life, even when using a recipe, I somehow find a way to screw it up. Cooking aside, your grandpa sounds freaking awesome, someone I would have loved to chill out with.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - He was MJ. I real dapper do (another one of his favorite sayings). Hahahaa. God I miss him….ReplyCancel

  • Janie Emaus - Too funny! My Grandpa spoke Yiddish, which I didn’t understand at all.ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - Those tarts are amazing looking! I will be having sweet dreams of those tonight!ReplyCancel

  • Kimba - Love the list of conversational slang – in the south we’re big on this. I’m fixin to try this recipe for sure!!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Just remember to go make groceries first! (I love Southern slang).ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - The Queen of Sheba, huh?

    I love a good peach pie.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Me too. Seriously an incredible fruit. And lemons, and lime.ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Oh, he was a bit Southern all right. You were lucky to have your Grandfather. Confusing a child is sometimes good. The peach pie looks delicious. No, I’m not making one as I’m one person. It looked so good, I could almost smell it.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - But he WASN’T Southern! He was a good old farm boy from Pennsylvania! But I think wonderful people translate in any region! And for all time. I miss him so.ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Oh, he was a bit Southern all right. You were lucky to have your Grandfather. Confusing a child is sometimes good. The peach pie looks delicious. No, I’m not making one as I’m one person. It looked so good, I could almost smell it.ReplyCancel

  • Shelley Zurek - Totally gorgeous. Do you use Easy Recipe Plus for you recipes? Google finds them much easier and this is such a lovely one. You should do a separate post just on poaching of peaches for SEO!ReplyCancel

  • Terrye - LMAO! That sounds like my Oklahoma grandpa! And those pies…my mom used to have peaches shipped up once a year (to Alaska and it was EXPENSIVE) just to make a couple of peach pies. Then we’d invite everyone over and have a huge party.

    One year, we took them out to a lake to have a BBQ. The pies were sitting on the picnic table when a momma black bear and her two cubs stormed into the area. They stole everything off the grill AND the peach pies. My mom chased the momma bear with a big stick cuz she done lost her mind.

    Thanks for sharing your recipes and your wonderful grandfather! 😀ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - And he was from Pennsylvania, but really had the twenty-two skadoo under his belt. His generation was a riot!ReplyCancel

  Real Life can be just so… in your face… that I want to slap the bitch.    slap-slap-slap    “Stand down you hellish beast”, I call from the high air of my parapet walk.     “Do not venture forth or I will send my slayers to the field of battle to slay your […]

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  • carollynn - Your majesty, what feats of loyalty and/or fealty must one perform to find themselves (me) invited to share such a repast with her queen (you)? Commanders Palace, always an amazing experience.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I believe it says in the Magna Carta that one must be loyal to the Queen and able and willing to take up arms in defense of the Kingdom. I do believe you muster a Knighthood. Welcome to the Kingdom.ReplyCancel

  • Doreen McGettigan - Oh my Amazing! Even though the first few courses would have killed me, dang shellfish allergy, I was dreaming and pretending I was right there with you.

    • Cheryl - It was a glorious evening full of much meat and libations. I could do this every week Doreen. If only the Royal purses allowed.ReplyCancel

  • Jackie - Wow! That is some meal (and I loved the “intro”)!

    We all deserve some pampering now and then… and this would be right up my alley 🙂ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Why thank you Dame Jackie. ’tis my pleasure to welcome you to the Kingdom of my own making. All the trains run on time here.ReplyCancel

  • Mary - Thank you Your Majesty for a glimpse into your world! Amazing! Dinner in the wine room is right up my alley!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - T’was a glorious feast of savory beast and fragrant fowl. The libations weren’t bad either. Wowza!ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - I would have had the dinner in the wine room, Cheryl. This looks ah-may-zing! I am still waiting for my invite…xoxo Hope you loved it – how couldn’t you? xoReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - You, my dear fellow Royal, are always welcome. I await your arrival.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - I can’t tell you how good that meal looks to me. I haven’t had breakfast yet!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I was presented with a hot slice of cheesy grit quiche this morn and it was delicious. My servants are so attentive lately!ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - Now that is awesome, Queen Cheryl. I’m drooling even though it’s only 8:00 in the morning!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I believe all should partake of caviar on grits in the morn. Now get on that!ReplyCancel

  • Sheryl Kraft - How special! Love the way you presented this. Very original.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Oh. I’ve got a million of these diddys up my royal sleeve. Sometimes I even pull a rabbit out of my crown.ReplyCancel

  • Mary Bird Lanzavecchia - Tell me you brought an extra large suitcase, I mean purse, and stashed a few extra bottles away for me. What an amazing dinner!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - One better: I had them d-el-i-v-e-r.ReplyCancel

  • Elin Stebbins Waldal - Now this IS a meal fit for her Royal Highness. And I lover how The Queen makes mention of each drink pairing, marvelous. I loved this. And I want to eat there. With you. Even though I am a mere peasant.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - You present yourself as a peasant of the highest quality so I will consider your request…. and grant it. On your next visit perhaps?ReplyCancel

  • Lisa Carpenter - Gee whiz! NOW I’m starving. What a fabulous culinary experience. Yum, yum, yum. Thank you for sharing — the photos, at least. 😛ReplyCancel

  • Carpool Goddess - Okay now that made me hungry! Great photos.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - They’re a little grainy—– with dijon mustard! HahaaaaaReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - The closest I came to such a grand feast was at a fancy hotel in Seattle. Nintendo paid for everyone who had worked for them for ten years or longer. It is a way I’ll never experience. I’m glad you can do it! The steak and mushroom had me drooling.ReplyCancel

  • Carolann - The quotes were great and the pics even better!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - And the food was even BETTER than that! HahaaaaReplyCancel

  • Wendy Walker Cushing - haha! I loved the fun commentary and quotes! That restaurant looks incredible! Lucky you!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Yes. I am lucky. I work real hard at being ‘lucky’. HahaaaaaReplyCancel

  • Diane - I’m still stuck on the ermine cape. Is it warm? Fuzzy. Do you just want to cuddle it? And the food?! They’d have to call in the litter-bearers to get me out of there! And the fan boy. You do get a fan boy, don’t you?ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Oh, I forgot the fan boy. He was busy fanning the flames. The cape is awesome. Every Queen needs one. XXOOOReplyCancel

  • Connie McLeod - OMG, I love Commander’s.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Tx for reposting. New Orleans has come up a lot recently so I think it’s time for Michael and me to find a way to get there again soon.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’m keeping my fingers crossed xxxxxxxxReplyCancel

  • Sue Pekarek - You made me look up sot!! I probably can’t pronounce the names of the delicious food, but to eat it looks divine. Me thinks the Food Channel needs a queenly show presented to the world on a silver platter via you.ReplyCancel

How far can you remember back?   My first memories are at 2 years old.   I am in my parent’s newlywed apartment- second floor of a three story walk-up. On the left.    Enter living/dining area. Parquet floors. Large picture window looking out on the front lawn. Television on a gold metal cart in […]

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  • Journey McGuire - My first memory was seeing some kids wiener at nap time so you definitely have me beat.ReplyCancel

  • Vashti Quiroz-Vega - Yum! That looks scrumptious and so classy! Thanks for sharing!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - You’re welcome! And if you try it give me a jingle with any suggestions. I’m not kidding. A pinch more of this….a tad of that… etc.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Graham - What a precious memory (and post) You stirred all kinds of memories and emotions. Nicely done – I enjoyed the ride.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - How nice Carol. I wanted to share the recipes and I thought,”What’s the first plate I remember?’ and it was a small red one, so there you go… a post!ReplyCancel

  • Rasma Raisters - Such wonderful childhood memories and such delicious food.ReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - Love this! So many of my memories include food . . .
    My first memory was when I was two as well. I was trampled by a mad mama cow and saved by my heroic mother. And then she and I were saved by my highly enraged father. True story. And the only casualty was one red leather cowboy boot. Then tears and cuddles and treats. ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - You have an amazing memory and I really like your small plates idea.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - They are delish! Hope you try them. If you do, give me jingle and tell me what needs to be tweeked.ReplyCancel

  • Rena McDaniel - Looks delicious! ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - It was! If you make it- give me a jingle and suggest any changes you might like!ReplyCancel

  • Carollynn Hammersmith - Oh gawd, I just gained 10 pounds reading these recipes, which means I will have to try them…soon.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - hA! Good for you! If you find something needs tweeking give me a jingle.ReplyCancel

  For most of you, this will seem like a ‘no-brainer’.     For some of you (I’m looking at you son), this may be a life saver, and since I’m a very good swimmer, I shall respond to the man in the sinking boat.   The other week, Chase and I had a phone […]

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  • Tammy - Loved it! As it turns out, I am a failure too. It gets worse. My daughter insists that I never cooked for her. Really? I wonder who fed her those ribs, chops, salads, fettuccini, etc., all those years. I’ve also been scolded for allowing her to eat baloney. Nothing was said about having a child who refused to eat anything else in her lunchbox. It appears that as she gets older … it’s ALWAYS about me!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Kid’s are such assholes. I will cook dishes that I believe they loved as kids and they will now say ‘I never liked that’. Really? You sure as shit ate a lot of it! I have also been critiqued for lunch meats. ANd asked why I didn’t slaughter my own meat. Make of that what you will….ReplyCancel

      • Michael M. Fury - OMG….you, the consummate mom…. said it right out loud…… but its true….. kids are such assholes …… until they have their own, and start to be parents…. so encourage them to have kids….. Its the best revenge! Hopefully they’ll turn out just like they were at this age.ReplyCancel

        • Cheryl - I liked two words in your comment, and will hold them close to my heart: consummate & asshole. A fine combination.ReplyCancel

          • Michael M. Fury - are you trying to tell me something Cheryl?

          • Cheryl - Hahahahaaaaa

          • Michael M. Fury - What no answer, am i a consummate asshole you hold close to your heart?

          • Cheryl - Nonono…. I just like the term asshole. You are not one.

  • Jessica - Vodka in the freezer? Intriguing! Other than that (and the fact that I have no need for olives, because: gross), I think I’ve done rather well stocking my kitchen! And thanks for reminding me that I need to get butter. 😉ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Oh yes. The low temp makes it syrupyyyyyyeeeee. And, you’re welcome. Now, I’m off to the grocer! There’s a cake in the works.ReplyCancel

  • Michelle - Yeah..I need for my son to read this post! Great list!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Have I forgotten anything Michelle? What can you add? Oh yes- Blood Sweat & Tears. I forgot those.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - And having seen all that advice, he will go out to eat every night. Because stocking a kitchen would mean actually having to PREPARE something.ReplyCancel

  • Barbara Torris - First of all this is hilarious…Oh.MY.God! Second, I am copying the list because I think I need to get rid of stuff and get better stuff! Thirdly, your son is not old yet so there really is hope. Really!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - He’s 28!!! Other then grilling- he’s clueless ( reminds me of another male in my life). Men.ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - A man would want all that “white” stuff like pasta. It’s handy for an emergency, but I rarely eat that anymore. The freezer needs lots of veggies (even if it is just your favorite kind), chicken, pork, and ground beef (handiest for an emergency). I made mine shop for the ingredients and then prepare a meal once a week. Yes, I was a mean Mommy.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Good for you. Mean is sometimes the way to go.ReplyCancel

  • Rena McDaniel - My son is the same way! My daughter though has it all together and I have to admit is a pretty good cook.ReplyCancel

  • Sue - Loved this whole post from start to checkout lane. Good Lord, I had to look up what Panko flakes.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - So clever Sue (’till checkout lane). Hahahaaaa. And you have to try Panko flakes. Better then Italian Bread crumbs- for real.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Graham - Pretty good list — I still have a college palate 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Diane - Husby loves to cook. So all of our sons love to cook. Now our daughters, that is a whole other story . . .ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - My men like to eat, but our daughter is learning, and getting quite good at it. She even buys cookbooks. Imagine…ReplyCancel

  • Michael M. Fury - Cheryl , as one of my favorite motivational speakers would tell you- he’ll wind up in a trailer, down by the river! Why do women expect their men to do things when they are not home, that they dont do while they are at home? For me whisky not vodka, would be the essential. Thanks for the post! LolReplyCancel

  • Roshni - You’re such a good mom-in-law!!! I hope he was ready and waiting for her with a glass of wine in one hand and a plate of fragrant food in another!!ReplyCancel

  • Jana - My husband did most of the cooking, since I work a 8-5 job and he had the luxury of working from home. However, now that he has decided he is not a family man and moved out, I let my young adult kids know that they need to pull their weight and make a meal or two each week. Daughter is already a pretty good cook – but son is limited to peanut butter sandwiches, soup, and mac & cheese. Luckily, he does seem interested in learning and we spent a few hours this weekend cooking together. Here’s hoping it sticks.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’m pulling for you- and your meals. Here’s to wishing you a life time of wonderful meals, and new found happiness. XXOOReplyCancel

  • Jill Shaw - 6) good for more “THAN” not “then” dear . Two entirely different words and meanings . It must have been a typo like “next store” instead of “next door ” . Overall a very helpful cute and funny article . It is my first time visiting your blog . Also , please don’t forget the cinnamon 😉 ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thank you Mistress Jill, the corrections have been attended to(o). Oops. HA!ReplyCancel

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