My friend Daphne

Allow me to introduce you to Daphne odora, (fragrant winter daphne), a garden friend with the kind of unanticipated virtues that make relationships of all types wonderful. For the better part of nine months out of the year she has the pleasing, predictable consistency sought in every friend; the kind of "I am here when you need me" evergreen nature. And then, when you least expect it, she has the tenacity to bloom in January; the prima donna of the winter garden in both floral show and fragrance. It is her fragrance though that is worth highlighting.
Words cannot really articulate the combination of spice and sweet that permeates the air around her presence--a mix of honeysuckle and the tropics. She has the ability to turn heads and slow passersby and intrigue the uninterested. As if she would say with her fragrance, "Just when you thought there wasn't anything to be noticed, here I am, to contradict your pessimistic notions."
Alas, there is no virtual "scratch-and-sniff" function for blogging. I would love to share it with you, but I imagine that Bath & Body Works may soon capture her scent in a bottle and commercialize it as lotion for $10.50. I would prefer for her fragrance to stay mysterious, surprising, and uncommon--as the sweet reward of venturing out in the garden when most of the rest of the earth sleeps. Hers is the kind of resolute spirit to create cheer in a vacuum, a very endearing quality to be sure.

Looking back...

About one year ago this week Atlanta had snow! The snow came on two different days (Wednesday, January 16, 2008 and Saturday, January 19, 2008), and lasted both times for a day or day and a half. There was enough for making snow angels and miniature snow creatures, and for eating snowflakes and getting lovely rosy cheeks. It has been quite cold this week of 2009...cold for Atlanta (lows in the teens, highs in the 30s, with a wind chill factor making it feel like about 5 or 6 degrees). Alas, no precipitation, so instead I am reminiscing.

So Anxious to Bless

I arrived back in Atlanta yesterday evening and went out to the airport parking lot to my car and found it completely dead. No clicking, no lights, no beeping...nothing. So, I popped the trunk, pulled out my jumper cables (thanks Dad!), said a prayer, opened the hood to the car and determined to flag down the next passerby to get a jump. As I stood there in the gathering darkness and thick fog that was blanketing the city, I came to a beautiful realization. There was literally nothing I alone could do that would help my car to start. No amount of mechanical prowess or physical or mental exertion would rejuvenate my dead battery. Even though I had the necessary tools (jumper cables and my car keys) I had to have another person's help. The key to being able to start up my car and move from the spot I then occupied was in the hands of someone else.
A spiritual parallel seemed so apparent to me as I stood waiting. I have needs--every day--that I am incapable of meeting. Without the intervention of my Father in Heaven and the Atonement of Jesus Christ, I will continue to stand and wait, unable to move beyond my present circumstance. I can wish and hope and try and exert effort and demonstrate dogged determination and overwhelming optimism, but ultimately, I can only be truly enabled when He is allowed into my life.
Someone did indeed stop and offered a simple, but for me, great service. I was surprised at how easily the car went from completely dead, to charged. The electrical current rejuvenated my battery instantly and I went from troubled and a little anxious to incredibly grateful. Again, I was reminded of the spiritual implications of such a simple act. In the Book of Mormon, Amulek teaches a people who are becoming humble in these words: "Yea, and I would that ye would come forth and harden not your hearts any longer; for behold, now is the time and the day of your salvation; and therefore, if ye will repent and harden not your hearts, IMMEDIATELY shall the great plan of redemption be brought about unto you" (Alma 34:31). I was taught by this small and simple moment in my life of the IMMEDIACY of the Atonement. I am so grateful.

Pumpkin Gingerbread Trifle

My sister Molly made this amazing dessert over the Christmas holiday. It is rather labor intensive, but worth having if you are willing to devote a few hours to its creation. Thought it would be fun to share.

Pumpkin Gingerbread Trifle

The first thing you must do is to make a gingerbread. This is an extra spicy version that has flavor enough to stand up to the other flavors.

3 cups all-purpose flour

1 tablespoon ground cinnamon

2 teaspoons baking soda

1 1/2 teaspoons ground cloves

1 teaspoon ground ginger

3/4 teaspoon salt

1 1/2 cups white sugar

1 cup vegetable oil

1 cup dark molasses

1/2 cup apple juice

2 eggs

1 tablespoon grated fresh ginger

1/2 cup chopped crystallized ginger

Butter and flour a 10" Springform pan. Heat oven to 350°. Stir together flour, cinnamon, cloves, ground ginger, baking soda, and salt in a container (I use a plastic measuring pitcher because it comes in handy later). In a large bowl, mix sugar with oil, juice, molasses, eggs, and fresh ginger in a large bowl. Mix in crystallized ginger. Stir in flour mixture. Pour into prepared pan. Then bake for an hour. Cool this for ten minutes, then remove from the pan and cool completely. (You could actually even stop right here and serve this warm with some whipped cream or a nice little Creme Anglais but resist my friends, resist, this is only going to get better)

Pumpkin Custard Ingredients

3 cups half-and-half

6 large eggs

1/2 cup granulated sugar

1/2 cup brown sugar, packed

1/3 cup molasses

1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon

1 teaspoon ground ginger

1 teaspoon ground nutmeg

1/8 teaspoon ground cloves

1/4 teaspoon salt

3 cups puréed pumpkin, or about 1 1/2 cans

Scald the half & half in a heavy saucepan (by scalding we mean to take it right up to the edge of boiling then remove it from the heat). In a medium mixing bowl, beat eggs, sugar, molasses, cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, and salt. Mix in pumpkin and warm half-and-half. When it is smooth and thoroughly mixed put it into a buttered baking dish which you then set into a larger baking dish. Fill the larger dish with hot water to about 1" below the rim of the custard dish. This is called a Bain Marie and will ensure that your custard bakes evenly all the way through. Bake this at 325° for 50 minutes and start to check it. You want a set, firm custard and a knife inserted into the center should come out clean. Cool and refrigerate overnight.To assemble your trifle get your trifle bowl out (visuals are important with this, so don't be a barbarian, get a trifle bowl) and make sure it is sparkling clean.Whip one quart heavy cream with 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract and set aside.You will also want about 1/2 cup of gingersnap crumbs.Spoon 1/2 of the Pumpkin Custard into the bowl and layer 1/2 of the gingerbread over that and 1/2 of the whipped cream over that. Do it again. Top the final layer of whipped cream with the gingersnap crumbs.

Culinary Capriciousness

Most every Christmas all the siblings receive a similar type gift. This year we all received aprons with our names...or the names that we are most often called (in my case, Liezel, rather than Alissa). Despite the uniform attire, personalities emerged as we posed--characteristic Haslam silliness. What did you expect? It was a bit like spontaneous combustion Clue...Lauren with the pie cutter at Sarah's rotator cuff; Sarah with the meat mallet at Liezel's earlobe; Molly with the fine weave sieve at Aaron's noggin...etc. All in jest, of course...or so we hope. In a kitchen the size of ours and the number of bodies trying to cook and clean in one space there was apparently a fair bit of repressed angst (he he).

December is always a fun time to be home--for a number of reasons--one of which is the food. Aaron and Kristen have December birthdays that we celebrate with special request dinners, plus our Christmas Eve homemade soup, our Cornish hen Christmas Day meal, and various other delectable creations by the ever innovative Mum.

...Like Nobody is Watching

Perhaps as a hang-over from high school band days, one of my favorite "in the privacy of my apartment and nobody is watching" activities is pretending I am the conductor of a symphony. Nerdy?--yes, I believe that fact has long been established. Sometimes the music of choice is Aaron Copeland's "Appalachian Spring" or "Fanfare to the Common Man". Other times it is Tchaikovsky's "1812 Overture" or Maurice Ravel's "Bolero". Most of the time, though, it is Handel's Messiah--the entire thing. I have gotten to the point now, that when I read the scriptures in Isaiah and elsewhere, I hear the melody of the piece as I read. Recently, I went through the entire oratorio and marked every scripture reference that each section is based on, and it was quite the musical experience.
"O thou that tellest good tidings to Zion..."
"Glory to God..."
"He shall feed his flock like a shepherd..."
"Lift up your heads, O ye gates..."
"Hallelujah..."
"But thanks be to God..."
"Worthy is the Lamb..."

Winter Roses and Orange Blossom Air

Camellia japonica 'Jean May' is in bloom right now on the Atlanta Temple property--and that is normal! There are two types of camellias, the sasanqua and the Japanese, neither of which are native to the south, but perform very well in the dappled shade, and rich moist, acidic soils that are commonly found here. The sasanquas bloom from September to December and the Japanese types bloom from January to March. Both are often called "the winter rose of the south" adding wonderful color to the brown, dormant landscape. The leaves of camellias bushes are broadleaf evergreen with a highly polished luster. Someday, perhaps, we will have fragrance along with such perfection.

Tea olives, Osmanthus fragrans are also blooming at this time of year and have a wonderful fragrance as well (hence the name). Tea olives are in the Oleaceae family with other members such as lilacs, jasmine, forsythia, fringetrees, olives, and ashes. It makes sense, then that they have a lovely fragrance akin to orange blossoms. The individual blooms are only 1/2" long, but occur in clusters that collectively create a pleasant overall fragrance. I am often surprised by this plant and its determination to bloom continuously. Anytime we get a little extra rain or a few pleasant temperate days through the summer, fall, or winter the tea olive responds by blooming--how generous an offering for slight changes in the weather!

Oh Christmas stool, oh Christmas stool...

Before you think me stranglely crass, I speak of stool as in Webster's first definition: "a seat usually without back or arms supported by three or four legs or by a central pedestal."
This is my way of being being festive, innovative, and cheap all at once. Every year I decorate my bar stool with lights and ornaments in lieu of buying tree that will be enjoyed for only a few weeks before I go home to visit my family.
In our family we have a tradition of receiving a new Christmas ornament (or two) every year. So, by the time each child leaves home they have a collection of twenty or so that continues to grow with each passing year. Most of the ornaments are handmade by mom, or are a combination effort by dad and mom (dad cuts out the wood, mom paints it).
It would be a shame not to display these treasures and my rather silly solution is a Christmas stool. If nothing else, it gives me a happy heart to come home to during the Christmas season.

Magnifique!

My sister Lauren has become quite the little artist and I thought it would be fun to include here some of her creations. Her medium of choice seems to be oil and she handles it well--if I do say so myself! The pictures included here are: a silver bangle bracelet with stars, Kristen with her baby doll on Christmas Eve (probably age 3), herself on a summer afternoon making a very characteristic Lauren mannerism--shrugging her shoulders up close to her face and cocking her head, and smiling her cute bashful grin, with her adorable tousled curly locks, and me and my cousin Jennifer running in my aunt's backyard in Boise. These paintings were all for her AP Art class and usually were painted to fulfill some kind of assignment. The bracelet painting, for example, shows repetition, the picture of the two girls running shows motion, and Kristen and Lauren paintings demonstrate value changes.
Yea for my Lu-Lu!

Autumn Colors

These pictures were taken in mid-November around the Atlanta Temple and represent some of the amazing color displays from all the plant diversity. The north drive/stair area is by far the best spot for autumn color and is one of my favorite parts of the property. Fothergilla gardenii 'Mt. Airy' is a little deciduous shrub in the Hamamelidaceae family (others in this family are Corylopsis--winterhazel, Hamamelis--witchhazel, Loropetalum, Parrotia--ironwood, and Liquidambar--sweetgum. Fothergilla leaf color is an amazing mix of red, orange, yellow, and most of these shrubs are planted in masses of five or seven, so it is a nice swath of color in the landscape.
The leaf change in autumn is mostly brought on by the changing length of the days (shorter days, longer nights), which send a message to the plants to slow and eventually stop their production of chlorophyll. The green pigment in leaves from chlorophyll is broken down and destroyed and in its place carotenoid pigments, which have been present all along in the chloroplasts of leaf cells, but have been masked by the cholorphyll, become more apparent. Carotenoids make the yellow, orange, and brown pigments in various plants. The other pigment type, anthocyanins, (blue, purple, red) are produced in response to autumn light changes and sugar excesses in the leaves.
Day length is the strongest factor for leaf color change, but temperature and moisture are also factors. For example, the best autumn color will follow a warm wet spring, non-droughty summer weather, and warm sunny autumn days with cool (non-freezing) nights. The warm days produce a lot of light, and in turn, a lot of sugar, which brings about the most brilliant anthocyanin production. The red/crimson display, therefore, is variable from year to year, while the carotenoid pigments, which are always present, are essentially the same from year to year.

Some of the red/crimson autumn leaf plants on the property include: Dogwood (Cornus florida), Sweetgum (Liquidambar styraciflua), Red maple (Acer rubrum), Burning bush (Euonymus alata), and Virginia sweetspire (Itea virginica 'Henry's Garnet'). Some of the yellow/orange/brown autumn leaf plants on the property include: Hickory (Carya spp.), Redbud (Cercis canadensis), Tulip poplar (Liriodendron tulipifera), Bottlebrush buckeye (Aesculus parvifolia), Sugar maple (Acer saccharum).

September in my garden

Okay, so technically it is not my garden, but as far as being personally invested and especially interested in its beautification, I am. My blogging couldn't really be complete without some plant geekiness coming out on occasion. And this is one of those moments, so fair warning, the horticulturist in me is going to take a little plant ramble, no worries...this too shall pass.
I wanted to highlight a few plants for September; things that are blooming or fruiting here on the temple grounds and are making quite a show right now.
First, a quiet bloomer of a plant, a little unassuming groundcover called (it's a mouth full) Ceratostigma plumbaginoides or more commonly known as Plumbago or Leadwort. The plant is virtually unnoticed for the first six months of the year...either it is extremely unhappy in its particular locale, or it is a lazy emerger...perhaps a little of both. At any rate, when it does decide to come out, the flowers are this striking electric blue that continue to bloom long past most any other plant. This plant requires absolutely NO care and has never had a disease or insect problem. It looks best in partial shade. On the temple property it grows half hidden under a Japanese Kerria and a Loropetalum on the south hill, which helps with its need for drier, well-draining soil. When I think of this plant, I think of a September garden. And I also smile to realize the virtues of the "late bloomer".
Second, a VERY dull plant for about eight months out of the year, and then fall and cool nights and all of sudden this little shadow emerges from the corner and you remember that you did indeed plant some Ilex verticillata or Winterberry holly. This is one of those funny DECIDUOUS hollies, but in this plant's case, all the better because it puts on an amazing berry show. September is only just the beginning of its merits. I like the look of the plant even before its peak because the multi-color scheme is so fun. It reminds me of fall and apple season and all the variations of color amongst that fruit. The berries on the winterberry holly, though, are only about 1/4" long, but they swarm the branches and hang in clusters. The berries will eventually all mature to Christmas red and persist through the winter after all the leaves have fallen off. (Oh, p.s.--hollies are dioecious, meaning that male and female are separate plants, so if you see a holly with berries you are seeing the female.)
And finally, something fun and kind of crazy looking. This is the Kousa dogwood (Cornus kousa), which is NOT the early spring showstopper dogwood (that is Cornus florida). This one is still very lovely, but blooms AFTER the tree has leaves, so it isn't quite as dramatic (blooming in May in Atlanta). The fruit is shown here and is what used to be the true flower (the showy white "petals" are actually just modified leaves, or bracts and are not part of the flower at all). Think of a poinsettia...it does the same thing. Anyway, after the bracts fall off, the flower, which starts out yellow and about 1/4" long, slowly expands to about 1" long and changes to a soft rosy pink. The fruit is edible, though not particularly palatable, it is very faintly sweet, but mostly just mealy, sort of the consistency of a mushy peach. We have a little chipmunk family, though, that relish these fruits. It is fun to see evidence of their feasting when I find carefully hollowed out skins scraped clean of pulp. The end...yea for September.

SURPRISE (he he)

On the evening of Thursday, August 21 I walked in the front door of my parent's house unannounced. I had flown in from Atlanta to help throw them a surprise party to celebrate their 30th wedding anniversary. It was great fun to plan (there is something really wonderful about doing something good for someone else secretly) and even more fun to see it all come together.
For about a month my sisters and I were scheming about all the great things we could do to honor mom and dad's accomplishment. There were many emails and phone calls in closets in hushed tones, which thankfully, were never intercepted. So, when I walked in the door with Aaron just behind me (my gracious chauffeur from the airport) mom and dad were absolutely stunned and a little confused. Unfortunately, there was no camera handy, the facial expressions were classic.
On Friday, August 22 we (everyone minus Jared and Sarah who were in Switzerland) went to Provo. We had dinner at the Tahitian Noni cafe (island grill cuisine, fresh pineapple comes with most every meal). Aaron and Molly work in the building nearby, which is how they knew about the place. The evening was PERFECT (I love Utah evenings with no humidity--a welcome change from the Atlanta summer sauna!) We ate outside in a little garden patio surrounded by vegetation, very nice. Afterward, we walked around their AMAZING grounds that were truly immaculate. Yes, I was looking for weeds--and there were none to be found. Kudos to their grounds crew! Aaron left after dinner and the girls and mom and dad continued on to the surprise for the evening--Pride and Prejudice: The Musical at the deJong Concert hall on BYU campus. (Isn't it convenient that there we were all together, the five daughters, to see the Bennett family and their five daughters! That was part of the reason why I bought tickets!) What a perfect Haslam women choice--and an obliging dad enjoyed it too...after a fashion. It was a little silly and bordering on cheesy, but the characters are so lovely; a fresh take on a well beloved story never gets old.
Saturday, August 23 the girls put together the big surprise for the weekend. Mom and dad were sent off to run errands and attend the temple together while we prepared. We had decided to prepare a dinner recalling all the places we have lived by representative foods. The states of Utah, Iowa, Nebraska, and Texas, plus Oregon and Idaho (Mom and dad's birth states, respectively) were represented. Ristorante deja vu offered a "Memory Lane Medley"--the menu special for the evening, which included the following homemade selections:

• Sirloin steaks, broiled to perfection (Nebraska)
• Twice baked potatoes (Idaho)
• Corn-on-the-cob (Iowa)
• Texas caviar with chips and shrimp dirty rice (Texas)
• Lion House dinner rolls and jello pudding fruit salad (Utah)
• Blackberry cobbler (Oregon) with BlueBunny vanilla ice cream (Iowa)

Kristen was table decorator extraordinaire/hostess/server and creator of great ambiance. The color scheme for the decorations was spring green and butter yellow--the colors at their wedding reception. The apple candles are Miss Kristen's genius. Molly and Emily were head chef and head assistant, respectively. Lauren did a good bit of the behind the scenes clean-up before and after and was our master pianist in residence playing a lovely version of "Sunrise, Sunset" from Fiddler on the Roof when mom and dad walked in the door. (The song was played and sung at their reception). And I just tried to help it all happen. It was a lot of planning, buying, preparing, fretting, (sigh) and then sitting back and enjoying! After dinner, Kristen shared her power point presentation of mom and dad and the family through the years and I shared my CD of songs representing songs from their generation as well as other love songs from more recently. The evening ended as it should have...with a dance party. What trip home to see the family could be complete without one! How good it is to be home. How good it is to have wonderful parents and amazing siblings and enjoy the blessings of life! And yea for thirty years, mom and dad!

Haircut

So I did something kind of crazy--well, crazy in my view of things. I chopped my hair off, about 4 or 5 inches and now have a sort of layered bob. My hair is more often than not unruly and sort of a interesting mix of wavy, curly, frizzy, poofball style, so I am hoping that having less hair to fix will help with that problem. I am still trying to figure out what to do and how to style it. It will likely be a process of trial and error. This picture is my attempt to tame the mane.

Alissa visits Charlotte

Now it's my turn to go on a roadtrip! I rented a car and drove up to Charlotte on Friday July 18 to visit Ruth (arrived late in the evening). We spent the weekend at her branch president's house and were blessed by their generous hospitality. Saturday was full of all sorts of fun activities. We had authentic Mexican tacos from a little mobile vendor that we ate in a park near Ruth's work (asada, barbacoa, lengua, etc). She gave me a tour of her office and then we got ice cream from a shop just down the street called the Elizabeth Creamery--all flavors are made homemade everyday. There are a lot of references to royalty in the city (The Queen City, Charlotte, Elizabeth, Queens College, etc.), in honor of Queen Charlotte of Mecklenberg who had become queen consort to King George III the year before the city's founding. The locals hoped to gain the favor of the crown by honoring Queen Charlotte in this way. Charlotte is also a major U.S. financial center and home to Bank of America and Wachovia.

We visited an open air farmer's market with fruits, vegetables, baked goods, bottled products, fresh flowers, and arts & crafts. Ruth and I had planned a Sunday picnic so we purchased a variety of foods to snack on. She also bought several bouquets of fresh flowers as gifts for friends she has made here; we were little elves and delivered them secretly. Afterward, we went to the Lowe's Motor Speedway, which is amazingly enormous! The visitor's center was already closed, but we found an open gate and slipped in just to see the track. For dinner we had Eastern North Carolina BBQ (vinegar base instead of tomato base) at a place called Bubba's.

Sunday after church we visited the gardens and greenhouses at UNC-Charlotte and had a picnic in a little gazebo. They had a great display of pitcher plants and orchids and a beautiful Tibochina in full bloom. Another great weekend!

Ruth visits Atlanta

Over the weekend of June 13-15, my great friend and previous BYU roommate Ruth came to visit me in Atlanta. She had an internship at a law firm in Charlotte, North Carolina for the summer and was able to come down (about 3.5-4 hour drive). She arrived Friday evening and we ended up talking until the wee hours of the morning! Saturday was quite a full day. The day started with going to get pedicures--a first for both of us. My favorite part was the foot massage in a spa-like tub, which was quite relaxing. Then we visited the Atlanta Temple grounds where the flower beds are looking their best right now. As the summer goes on they have a tendency to get rather wild, but in mid June they are at that picture perfect stage--yea! We went to lunch at a little American continental bistro place called Fresh to Order (F2O) in Sandy Springs. Most of the rest of the day was spent at the Georgia Aquarium, which is a fairly new feature to the Atlanta touristy scene and one of the biggest in the world. We played with starfish and sea urchins, pet sharks, watched whales, and stingrays, and otters, and sea lions...and had a great time acting like kids! To finish off our day we went to a fabulous Cajun seafood restaurant called Pappadeux. Ruth was feeling rather adventuresome and ordered froglegs & fried alligator; I was much more conservative and just ordered gumbo and a greek salad. And of course, we HAD to order dessert--true southern fare: banana pudding and sweet potato-pecan pie. Yum! Ruth was able to stay and attend my ward (Northpoint) where she ran into someone she knows from her law school program! She left early Monday morning at the same time I left for work at the temple. What a wonderful weekend!

Yellow Rose Memories

I talked to Mom on Sunday about Grandma Hoke's memorial service, which I was not able to attend. As part of the service each person who felt comfortable doing so could share a good memory of her and then place a yellow rose (her favorite flower) on the stand. I want to record here some of my yellow rose memories.

One consistently memorable thing I remember about her is that in any letter or birthday card she sent she always began it, "Hi sweetie..." I have always liked pet names or nicknames, and even though they may be generic, they are still endearing titles of affection. Perhaps all the grandchildren were greeted with this same title; it doesn't diminish its significance for me.

On my eighth birthday I received a package from Grandma Hoke. I still remember the hot run out to the mailbox in bare feet to find it. She recognized it was a important milestone for me, though she may not have understood all the reasons. She sent me a little Precious Moments plush doll with a birthday cake in her hands and a card wishing me the best on my "special day."

At BYU one birthday, (sophomore year perhaps?) she send me some fancy custom-made cookies shaped and decorated like flowers. On another birthday she sent a collection of soup and muffin mixes.

Our Christmases in the recent past have been fun because of the thoughtful gifts Grandma sent. One year all the girls received different types of animal slippers (monkey, pig, elephant, kitten...etc.) Another year all the girls received pajamas.

Grandma supported me in my achievements even though we rarely ever lived near enough to make her visits very convenient. She came to Iowa to attend my high school graduation and we took old fashioned vintage pictures just for fun (Grandma, mom, Emily, and me). She also attended my college graduation and gave me a beautiful cross-stitched and custom framed design commemorating my achievement. Her gift hangs on my wall in the front room of my apartment.

In January of 2000 I went up to visit her over a long weekend while at BYU and recorded her life history. How grateful I am that I did that! It has since been transcribed and distributed and though not terribly detailed, is a record, nonetheless, and a blessing to have.

Though the last years of her life were often discouraging and painful, they served to help bring together my mom, my aunts, and my grandma. I am grateful that her cancer provided that opportunity for their relationship to be rebuilt.

Home Sweet Home

Happy day! I was home with my family in late June and it turned out to be just the girls and mom and dad. A girls weekend usually means much silliness--like dance parties and Jane Austen-ing, but we also enjoyed the gardens at Temple Square, lunch at the Lion House, an IMAX about the Alps, and some gallabanting about the planetarium. Lauren gave me an update on her recent artwork projects, which were, as usual, most impressive. Dad is working on some marketing for agave nectar and we used the free samples in a bread recipe--it turned out great! We had a free dinner at Chipotle--a happy accident, and I stocked up on quinoa (25 pounds of it!). At the end of the week we drove to Boise to visit extended family on both sides.
In Boise Grandpa shared with us some of his own homemade grape juice, made from the grapes that he grows in his own back yard! This is pretty impressive for an almost 87-year old! Aunt Susanne was, as usual, all generosity with her food and good company. The main reason we went, though, was to see Grandma in the hospital. In accordance with Haslam tradition, before we left, Dad gave her a back massage and Lauren and I each took a foot and plenty of lotion and massaged her feet. She loved it! Good memories.