We are back to up before the sun mornings and Mom standing over the stove stirring porridge. Yes. Porridge. Don't turn your nose up. It's good for you. And if there is leftover porridge, I refrigerate it and it finds it's way into my bread bowl. One can even microwave it the next morning. My dad and grandfather and I think maybe their horses got through a depression and world war living on this stuff - fried - three times a day. It's what gives me my rosy cheeks. Okay, I'll stop.
I am Decadent Housewife.
I live in the country.
I hum opera in the kitchen.
Welcome to my life.
It involves men. Speedy, Violinist, Fun, Buff and Geek Guy aka GG - four twenty-somethings and one husband - ah yes, and, The Baby Violinists.