Tag Archives: Neighborhood

        The other day I found myself in need of a spell- the kind that levels a playing field. I had been running errands and dealing with unhelpful people wherever I went. “Can you point me in the direction of…?” “Do I look like I work here?” “Well, the name-tag and all.” […]

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  • Anonymous - The thing about it is that hollywood doesn’t HAVE to make it up–just take notes!

  • Sue - I admire your photos and your photography skills a lot, plus your writing is always so intriguing. I hope to get a better camera someday. Movie houses are my passion, so thanks for this. I have to tweet and pin to Pinterest here http://www.pinterest.com/SueHKaboodle/tv-and-movie-houses/ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I’ll tell u a little secret. My camera is my i-phone with some crazy apps that I use like photshop! No kidding!!! And thanks for reminding me- I should pin these as well. Ooops.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - One needs to cast a spell on cranky retail clerks…ReplyCancel

  • Julie DeNeen - Remind me to never piss you off! LOLReplyCancel

  • Anonymous - Loved the post! Who doesn’t need a little help from their friends anyway? Virginia- FirstClassWomanReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Exactly Virginia! I’ve taken care of the retail clerks that were of no help- know I must cast a spell about traffic lights! Thanks for stopping by!!!!ReplyCancel

  • Cathy - You are endlessly entertaining, but you probably already know that! I am so glad I am (mostly, I think/hope) on your good side!ReplyCancel

  • Carollynn - Ahhhh, I love those sort of days. Makes one determined to either really get ‘er done or, as you so rightly pointed out, hex ’em. If for no other reason, you’ll feel better.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I don’t just ‘do’ hexes’ I do blessing too! Just not this day!ReplyCancel

  • Vince Berryman - The part about dancing naked reminded me of what Terry Pratchett’s Discworld witches thought about doing that – basically, even if you can find a night that’s warm enough in a temperate climate, there is the issue of “thistles and sudden hedgehogs”. It’s not relevant to the post – I just wanted to share. (RIP Pterry.)

    That house is AWESOME. PLEASE tell me you actually have access to it for the doing of witchy stuff!ReplyCancel

  • Abby - Cheryl, did you put a spell on the comment avatars – cause they seem to have disappeared and now it’s just some sort of ghost images? I mean Holy Smoke if you can do that, then I’m really scared!?!

    • Cheryl - Be scared. Be very scared….. *wink*ReplyCancel

  • Brenda Ray Coffee - I love this, and it was just what I needed.ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - I had my witches dancing on a Halloween night in Iowa. They didn’t mind the cold with the raging bonfire. Of course, I arranged for the party to be broken up and the fire extinguished. It is Iowa, afterall.ReplyCancel

  • Leanne Le Cras - you do whatever you need to be seen and heard – a good incantation at the right time might be just the thing – or you could try the naked dancing thing when you next deal with an annoying shop assistant!ReplyCancel

  • b+ (Retire in Style Blog) - Oh my gosh, can I join your coven? I am so dim though that it takes the WHOLE DAY for me to realize that I have had a “coven meeting” kind of day! Darn! Happy Halloween!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I hope you sweep clean all the mess and cast a few good ones! Hahaha Good for you!ReplyCancel

  • Barbara Torris - Oh my gosh, can I join your coven? I am so dim though that it takes the WHOLE DAY for me to realize that I have had a “coven meeting” kind of day! Darn! Happy Halloween!ReplyCancel

  • Chloe Jeffreys - I like reading you.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thank you Chloe. That means a lot. Us Witches gotta fly together! Ha!ReplyCancel

  • Christiana - You codnlu’t pay me to ignore these posts!ReplyCancel

The year was 1774.      Friar Antonio de Sedella was sent to the territory of Louisiana by Spain’s King Charles III to continue the work of converting heathens to Christians through a little process called an ‘Inquisition’.      Friar Sedella didn’t much like the King or forcing people to convert by having their […]

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  • Adela - That looks soon good. And you’re right about the portrait. If he’s had a child, the child is hiding under a bed somewhere.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - HA!!! You’re so right! A scary looking dude for sure!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - I loved this one. I really need to look this one up as I am rather ignorant of the Catholic policies in that area and time. I’m more familiar with the policies of England’s Angilical Church during the time England dominated the colonies.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Oh, you make me want to go back to NOLA right away. I have to put it on our calendar, and soon! And I’m hungry.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Can you imagine LIVING here? Everywhere I go- great food and a story. I’m transfixed!ReplyCancel

  • Tam Warner Minton - I’ll have to try this next time I’m in New Orleans!ReplyCancel

  • Ellen Dolgen - All news to me! Thanks for feeding my brain this delicious blog!ReplyCancel

  • Janie Emaus - Well, it’s almost midnight here and I’ve way too much already. But now I’m hungry again!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I feel your pain- or is it weight gain? (That rhythms!!) I’m so talented….ReplyCancel

  • Carolann Iadarola - That dish looks fab! I never knew about him so thanks for the education. I’ll have to google him for sure.ReplyCancel

  • Karen D. Austin - I have never been to New Orleans. This post is giving me another reason to get there some time soon. Yummy and educational post.ReplyCancel

  • Lisa Carpenter - Oh, that looks delicious! I’ve never been to New Orleans but when I finally get there, I *must* visit Pere Antoine’s!ReplyCancel

  • Donna Davis - What a guy! Even though i havent heard of him before hes okay in my book. I LOVE to eat so leaving the coins behind for a feast…….BRAVO!ReplyCancel

  • Estelle Sobel Erasmus - I so love your history lessons!ReplyCancel

  • Rasma Raisters - Interesting write. I enjoy reading about things to do with history.ReplyCancel

  • Tammy - My family has history in NOLA. I remember many a visit during Mardi Gras (crazy!) My aunt is on a plane this morning to visit her sister who has lived there for 55 years. Never knew this little piece of juicy history. Kind of awesome to read your blog and become more enlightened. Good to know!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’ve got a suitcase full of them- history lessons about this place. I’ll have to re-post a few more.ReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - Fascinating. An I can see what you mean about his portrait. Another of those great-hearted people who’s beautfy only shines when you know them!ReplyCancel

  • Gary Sidley - Is he not, what some would call, ruggedly handsome?

    Bon appetite!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I think only the ‘rugged’ part. *burp*ReplyCancel

So, the other day, I was flipping through catalogs as a way to be physically present, but not actually actively engaged in something Ben was talking to me about. It probably had something to do with his ‘day’ or what his dreams were. Can the inane conversations ever end?Anywho, as he was seeking input from me […]

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  • Vicki @ lifeinmyemptynest - Made me laugh – so true 🙂
    And that almost tempts me to bake some bread – almost.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I’m really enjoying the bread making- and the eating. Not the widening middle. Your probably smart. Don’t bake any bread.ReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - This is my life!!! You’ve described it so perfectly. I’m trying this recipe, to . . .ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I’ve used this recipe several times and each time it’s delish! Enjoy…. and THANKS for stopping by Diane!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Strange, as I would have made the bread (and a fabulous meal), but I would have been talking about retirement plans, financial stability, etc., while Lanny would have been reading a book (if he was home from work). He would have then eaten with gusto and remained his disgustingly thin self.

  • JulieBoolie - Interesting idea for bread baking. The way it is placed in a hot oven in a covered baking container reminds me of Jim Lahey’s “No Knead Bread”. But it does not take so long to bake. I am a sucker for topping the loaf off with olive oil, coarse salt and chopped rosemary – have you tried it?
    I might try the bread cloche, but – sadly – I no longer have a stand mixer. I end up adapting recipes from mixer use to hand kneading. For that reason, I am not going to try this right now. But I will!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Oh yes- we love to brush the top w olive oil and sprinkle w sea salt and chopped rosemary! I’m kinda sad you no longer have your stand mixer. I love mine like a baby. I think it might be one of the things I would go bake to rescue in a burning house! Maybe not- but close! I’ll have to google Jim Lahey. Thanks.ReplyCancel

  • Bryan Jones - Just for a minute there I thought you were claiming you could multi-task!ReplyCancel

  • Natalie DeYoung - Mmm, bread. I’ve been on a baking kick lately, and have noticed it’s not so great for the old waistline…but still, yum!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I just HATE that anything WHITE you’re not supposed to eat, The best foods on the planet are white- bread, rice, vanilla ice cream….ReplyCancel

  • Sue - So hysterical about your conversation with hubby. I sit here daily doing that while blogging or cooking or pretending to listen while watching TV and it is clearly an art form honed over the years. This weather is making me want bread and more bread. I never buy biscuits and did the other day. Love the recipe too and your new bread making cloche. I need to check my mixer to see if the dough hook still works. This recipe reminds me of a poppyseed coffee cake recipe I do.ReplyCancel

Last week was lovely.Our kids came for Thanksgiving. They stayed 4 nights.We ate turkey, and drank champagne, and made each other laugh.We played board games and went to dinner out and watched holiday movies.The house was humming, and happy, and whole.Also, my mother came.(silence-silence-silence)I love my mother. She was the absolute center of my universe […]

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  • Carla BeDell - Wow! Sorry for that lack of parental support! You seem to take it in stride and with humor. Good for you!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - It’s either laugh, or kill her. Because of the season of brotherly love I’ve chosen the first. All bets are off after the first of the year. Hahahaaaa…smack.ReplyCancel

  • Anonymous - My heart goes out to your mother. She must feel incredible, deeply-rooted pain to act that way. Blessings to you both.

  • Natalie DeYoung - Remarks like that and we’d have been estranged within minutes. You are a kind soul full of magnanimity and largesse. And if blogging is pathetic, well, then at least there’s a tribe of us losers to support and love each other. 😉ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Is this not unreal or what? Can you imagine? She didn’t say it to MY face- she said it to my children. Probably worse. I’m still trying to process it. Thank God for our TRIBE! Jesus…..ReplyCancel

  • Carollynn @ www.designGumbo.net - I’m relatively new to reading your blog, but I have to tell you, your posts are sometimes the high light of my crazy day. You rock Cheryl – thank you for providing the posts that you do. Your mom many not have an appreciation for what you do, but it looks like there is a whole bunch of us who do.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - And you, my friend, are THE highlight of MY DAY!!! What a wonderful compliment. I’m speechless (and THAT’s saying something). Please continue to stop by or I’ll cry….ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - I’m sorry your mother has that kind of view of things… it’s very sad that she can’t be more positive.ReplyCancel

  • Sandra Sallin - She sounds like where you got your funny bone. Plus you keep a near linen closet. What more could you want?ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - If she had only ever BEEN funny. Not so much. And my father wasn’t either. But my sister and I developed a sense of humor in spite of it. Maybe BECAUSE of it? And, really, who doesn’t love a tidy linen closet?ReplyCancel

  • Bryan Jones - You skillfully capture some of the complexities so common to the mother-daughter relationship. Pleased to hear that you’ve managed to immunize yourself against the criticism and undermining comments.ReplyCancel

  • wampumhome - Aww, the loving bond of mother daughter.. HAHAHAHA…. My husband of all people taught me years ago how to not let my mom get under my skin. I had to adapt a ‘man’s view’ for this. His mom was the queen of mean, I mean MEAN and she always smiled while digging deep with her words. So, back to his advice. He said he just smiles and nods (yup, like a bobble head). Smile and nod. Well, I tried it, it made me crazy the first few times, but it worked! It worked so well, I’ve applied to all people who frustrate the hell out of me (including himself) at times. The unexpected surprise was once I started ‘reacting’ to what I perceived was mean and negative comments I started having a better relationship with my mom and hearing ‘between the lines’ and she seems to now have much kinder words for me (maybe she did all the time, but I was perceiving it all different??). Just smile and nod 🙂ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Excellent advise. I will smile and nod in the future, but that silent scream (cue: Van Gogh) seems to be in my back pocket, crawling up my back and wanting to rear it’s head around my face. No! Go down evil monster! Smile and nod. Smile and nod…..ReplyCancel

When Richard Clyfton’s Separatists (The Pilgrims)  set sail on Sept. 6, 1620, with a combined passenger number of 121 souls, they were seeking religious freedom in the strict and already established mainstream Church of England Protestantism that was touting, ‘their way or the highway’.The ‘Highway’ was an ocean.  By March of the following year, only 47 […]

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