Showing posts with label Easter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Easter. Show all posts

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Melmac and Jello...and so forth...


It's an Easter tradition at Willow Manor to make the green Jello salad my grandmother used to make in the 1950s. I'm not a Jello-maker, but I'm compelled to make this every year, in her honor.  Easter dinner is just not right without it.  It's basically shredded cabbage, carrots, and crushed pineapple in lime Jello.  She used to serve a dollop of Miracle Whip on top, which is a tad too retro for my taste.

I made it in the cool retro Melmac dish I found yesterday at G-Dub (my local Goodwill store) for 99 cents.  I love the yummy cream-of-wheat-ish pattern.

Melmac dates from the 50s and 60s, and is made from a resin called Melamine, sometimes referred to as Texasware. It's lightweight, colorful, and fun. There's a whole stack of it on my kitchen counter. I can't function without it.

The confetti-like patterns remind me of melted crayons, and my first box of 64, with the built-in sharpener on the back. I read recently that the scent of crayons is actually been proven to lower your blood pressure.  I randomly pop the lid of my big jar of crayons and inhale. I already knew it was good for me.

This little cup, a garage sale find, was my first piece.  I got it because it reminded me of Grandma's green Jello salad.










Hope you and yours enjoy the Easter weekend...

Saturday, April 23, 2011

easter thoughts

Auntie Dee and Snowball circa 1949
Burlington, Indiana

I'm not sure what the theme of my homily today ought to be. 

Do I want to speak of the miracle 
of our Lord's divine transformation? 
Not really, no. 
I don't want to talk about his divinity.

I'd rather talk about his humanity. 
I mean, you know, how he lived his life, 
here on earth, his kindness, his tolerance. 

Listen, here's what I think. 
I think we can't go around measuring our goodness 
by what we don't do, by what we deny ourselves, 
what we resist, and who we exclude. 

I think we've got to measure goodness 
by what we embrace, what we create 
and who we include.


 Père Henri, Chocolat
                                            

                            
Happy Easter, my friends.