When my brother and I were back in Minnesota for my grandmother’s funeral, we poked around in the basement. We found The Red Bowl.
Johnny picked it up, “Look! The red bowl!”
“The red bowl!” I said.
My mom called from upstairs, “What?”
We both cried out, “The red bowl!“
“What red bowl?” Mom asked.
I yelled, “What red bowl?”
Johnny yelled, “The red bowl!”
The Red Bowl
When I was growing up, The Red Bowl (and it’s smaller sibling, The Brown Bowl) held JellO, gravy, French-cut string beans, or pudding. I remember those bowls. When Good Man and I visited over spring break, I stole them.
Before I moved out at 18, I stole my mother’s cookbook.
The Red Cookbook
I used The Red Bowl and The Red Cookbook to made cranberry-banana bread and banana bread this weekend.
Cranberry-Banana Bread and Banana Bread
This year, one of my goals was to get rid of 100 books. When I did so, I found that I had some room for wedding shoes and wedding flowers.
Red Wedding Shoes on a Shelf
Also, now that I’ve gotten rid of 100 books, it’s like the universe is trying to fill in the void. My coworker has been bringing in a lot of Korean books. I’ve finally started stacking them next to my Korean bookshelf.
Free Korean Books
I’ve also been doing some minor knitting lately. I’m (slowly…very slowly) working on a fish afghan.
I also made (yet another) a head covering for Mother. We’ll see if I finally got it right!