Showing posts with label my mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my mom. Show all posts

Thursday, November 15, 2012

a bullet

me and mom.
last night was pretty scary.  things are looking much better today.  the worst case scenario seems to not have come to pass.

christian put it really well:

"your mom has dodged more bullets than james bond."

amen.

so i'm wrung out, week with relief, now making plans again for thanksgiving feasting.

of course i'll make my mom's famous rolls, and you should, too,

but only if you like super delicious, magical, pillowy goodness.

these make a ginormous batch, so make half for thanksgiving day and half for leftovers, and make sure to do a few orange rolls or pecan rolls for dessert/breakfast, tea or whatever.

legwear: pleather jeans (or an outfit that lula claims "has a little claw in it.")

inspiration: resilience

looking forward: 30 rock, my girl fey

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

i love my mommy

tonight, some rough stuff for my mom.

my mom, wendy whitaker, with her mom, beth snow anderson whitaker evans.
tomorrow, too.

picnicking in d.c.

who knows after that.

mom with her sister bonnie whitaker and my grandpa, scott merrill whitaker.  my grandpa was working at walt disney as an animator.
she's a tough, tough woman who has endured much.

mom and bonnie.
so i know she will endure this, too, with all the faith and optimism and hope with which she's endured her previous difficulties.

love you, mom.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

old school

mom, bonnie, eva & me--women's conference

tonight i went to lds women's conference in salt lake city with my mom, eva and bonnie.  it's one of those things that never changes.

afterwards we went to little america for dinner, a place i've been eating at for as long as i can remember.  the decor is the same as always--the naugahyde booths, the padded wall treatments, the trellised wall dividers, and the bar you can sit at, reminiscent of the coffee shop-type joint it once was, way back when, as "the hot shoppes," part of marriott's little america.  my dad worked at these joints as a young man, and they played a key role in his life and ultimately, his career.  he knew a lot about the recipes (i don't think their recipes have changed at all since hot shoppe days) and, since he and christian met up with us for dinner after the conference, he told me a lot about the olden days, his family history, the places he visited on his recent visit to the place he grew up, in maryland just across the potomac from d.c.  he's had a pretty fascinating and far-flung life, but since he's quiet, i get more little bits and pieces of his history each year.  things that are amazing, unusual and surprising.

one is never surprised, however, with the open-faced hot turkey sandwich, the liver and onions, the trout amandine, or the roast baron of beef one gets at the little america.  nor the spumoni or burnt almond fudge ice creams, the chocolate malts served in their stainless steel mixing cups, the bread pudding, or the lemon merengue pie.

much as i love something new, i'm an even bigger fan of the things that stay constant, year after year.  i'll be sad when they tear out the peach booths or replace the silk flowers.  i love the floor to ceiling bathroom stalls and the little dressing table you can sit at to reapply your lipstick.  i hope they always serve an open-faced hot roast beef sandwich & if they ever decide to take it off the menu,  i hope they will kindly wait until i'm dead to do so.