Showing posts with label mother's day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother's day. Show all posts

5.15.2012

lunch for moms [and some coon too]

When it comes to gifts, my mom and grandmothers are always saying that they don't need anything or don't want anything or are just happy to have us home. Well, I'm sure that's true. But everybody's got to eat, right? RIGHT. For Mother's Day, Pops and I (who I lovingly referred to as my sous chef) put together a pretty ladies luncheon for our ever-so deserving moms. Who doesn't love a little lace, flowers, stemware, and silver?

Pre-church breakfast which we ate in my mom's ginormous cloud of a bed. I shamelessly stole the skewer idea from Pinterest.
Recipes below!
My new go-to cake. It was that good.
It seemed like dinner was a hit! They thanked me for a break from butter beans and chicken and cornbread which, as we know, can never ever ever be replaced. Its like going on vacation. You always have to come home. And home is fried chicken.

Mother's Day Lunch Recipes:
Strawberry Salad [don't skimp on the fresh basil]
Pimento Cheese Scones [next time I'll use half of the salt]
Asparagus with a Balsamic Reduction
Roasted Corn Grits
Almond Sheet Cake [I can still taste this]



Our other but completely unrelated excitement for the weekend was waking up to these babies on Friday morning:
At first we spotted one. And then two.
And then three more!
I wanted to keep every last one of them. I bet they had a proud mama on Mother's Day. I mean, look at those adorable faces! We'll add "baby animal siting" to the list of reasons why I love visiting my hometown.

And fried chicken.

5.04.2012

mother's day gift giving

The other night, D and I had a conversation on how interesting it was to him that I thought about upcoming holidays and occasions where we would want to purchase gifts so far ahead of time. I didn't think a couple weeks before Mother's Day was all that early. I also didn't tell him that I'm already toiling over what to do for Daddy's big 6-0 in January. I think it best to ease him into the Crazy Land portion of my brain as slowly as possible.

As we know, I'm a fan of the gift thing. Some would call it a love language. I would agree. For this fabulous Friday, I leave you with a little mom-gift inspiration:



[bracelet, pajama pants, soap dish with soap, photo mugs, dish towel, garden tools]



P.S. D and his group received constructive criticism, lots of "good jobs," and a solid round of applause! Thank you to those who have prayed for that seemingly impossible mountain of a project. We could never express our gratitude!