Sautéed Mushroom Sauce

We use this recipe many ways, as a sauce over paste, chicken or just as a side dish.

Ingredients:

• 1 onion chopped
• 4 garlic cloves minced
• 3 tablespoons coconut oil
• 2 lbs of your favourite mushroom sliced
• 4 cups of vegetable broth
• Salt and pepper
• Grated parmesan cheese to taste
• Fresh basil

Directions:

1. Add oil to a large frying pan
2. Sauté the onion and garlic until onions are transparent
3. Add mushrooms to frying pan and sauté for 5 minutes
4. Reduce heat to medium low
5. Add vegetable broth and simmer until the broth reduces to the consistency of a thick sauce.
6. Add salt and pepper to taste
7. Top with grated parmesan cheese and fresh basil

From our table to yours

Grandma Snyder

©2013-2015 twosnydergirls

Grandma’s Closet

As a child I loved to sneak into the attic room at my Grandfather’s home to explore and play with the wonderful things found there.  I also loved to play with Aunties' beautiful brushes, combs, and blue enamel talcum powder jar, I sat on her bench looked in her mirror and brushed my hair.

What was I doing?  I was pretending to be an adult and getting to know the adults that I loved through their things.

Somethings do not change, when our granddaughters come to visit they often ask to play with my shoes, costume jewelry and scarves.  They playing dress up and playing at being adults.

What memories do you have playing at being an adult?

How do your (grand)children practicing being an adult?

Grandma Snyder

©2013-2015 twosnydergirls

Growing Among The Rocks

Grandma Snyder

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Crocheting The 2015 Sky

April 2015

April 2015

An April Night

By Lucy Maud Montgomery

The moon comes up o’er the deeps of the woods,

And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills,

Where the ancient beeches are moist with buds

Over the pools and the whimpering rills;

And with her the mists, like dryads that creep

From their oaks, or the spirits of pine-hid springs,

Who hold, while the eyes of the world are asleep,

With the wind on the hills their gay revellings.

Down on the marshlands with flicker and glow

Wanders Will-o’-the-Wisp through the night,

Seeking for witch-gold lost long ago

By the glimmer of goblin lantern-light.

The night is a sorceress, dusk-eyed and dear,

Akin to all eerie and elfin things,

Who weaves about us in meadow and mere

The spell of a hundred vanished Springs.

Compare 2014 to 2015 

Grandma Snyder

©2013-2015 twosnydergirls

Keeping Mother's Day Real

On Mother’s Day Remember

Source Graphic Fairy

Happy Mother’s Day!

No matter where we look today on social media, in our places of worship and within our communities this refrain dominates.  

This week I have posted poetry about mothers in celebration of my mother and through your comments I came to understand at an even deeper level how lucky I am to have my mother with me, that she still remembers me and that we can continue to make memories together.

On this Mother’s Day I want to acknowledge that for many this day is a day of remembrance.   It is with heavy heart they will look at pictures of mothers who are no longer here.  For others they will sit beside mothers who while still here no longer remember.  And for some it will be to think about an unknown mother who gave birth and then passed them to the mother who raised them.

Finally I want to acknowledge that for some Mother’s Day is not a time of celebration for their experience of mother and motherhood was/is filled with confusion, anger and loss.

So today Mother’s Day 2015 I want to make it real!

What is a mother? 

• She is a flawed human being as all human beings are.
• She carries with her a unique set of disappointments, dreams, shame, perception of life and abilities.
• She was born to experience joy, happiness, surprise, love, anger, disgust, fear, and sadness.
• She has done the best that she could with her lot in life and her willingness to extend herself.
• She is not a super hero though many perform acts of heroism.
• She is not a saint though many today are remembers as such.

Borrowing from Charlotte Bronte 

“I am not an angel,’ I asserted; ‘and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. [Children], you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me – for you will not get it, any more than I shall get it for you: which I do not at all anticipate.”  from Jane Eyre 

Grandma Snyder

©2013-2015 twosnydergirls