tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post4284266516159380555..comments2024-03-29T03:53:25.372-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: My Usual Blah-Blah Plus Observations On Cooking Collard GreensMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-22955065906333049172020-01-04T18:25:47.646-05:002020-01-04T18:25:47.646-05:00I have similar dreams. They’re so vivid and I wake...I have similar dreams. They’re so vivid and I wake up heartbroken. Sigh. Such a beautiful picture of Levon with that fiddle. He holds it like a natural. Happy new year dear Moons!37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-53580069693775350462020-01-02T14:25:37.344-05:002020-01-02T14:25:37.344-05:00That's the sweetest picture of the little one ...That's the sweetest picture of the little one with the violin! Gotta get 'em young huh!Treadershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08613671137557939083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-2161201972841161092020-01-02T12:21:33.734-05:002020-01-02T12:21:33.734-05:00I'm sure Jack will adapt to the changes just f...I'm sure Jack will adapt to the changes just fine. Having slept with cats myself for years, I can definitely see the advantage of kicking them out of the bed! (This coming from me, who now sleeps with a 40-pound dog.)<br /><br />I guess the thing to remember about dreams, fundamentally, is that they are not real. They are shadows in our brains.<br /><br />I have never in my life heard of putting milk in collard greens. Potatoes I could see, maybe, but never milk. As for cooking time, I actually like my greens cooked for less time, but yeah -- it's certainly not traditional.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-54487160995301394322020-01-02T02:03:43.343-05:002020-01-02T02:03:43.343-05:00Wishing you and those you care about, a healthy an...Wishing you and those you care about, a healthy and happy New year filled with the stuff that brings you joy.<br /><br />Thank you for your writings, Mrs moon. I look forward every day to reading about your life in Lloyd.<br />All good wishes. XxChristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16093533351238991113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-12262937480760014982020-01-01T23:25:17.162-05:002020-01-01T23:25:17.162-05:00Happy New Year, Mary Moon!Happy New Year, Mary Moon!Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-22986239105212903562020-01-01T22:12:37.636-05:002020-01-01T22:12:37.636-05:00That collard recipe made me laugh...What the? I ho...That collard recipe made me laugh...What the? I hope you enjoy yours and that the year is good to your family,ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11376645220662546020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-67399669624229662672020-01-01T21:38:18.191-05:002020-01-01T21:38:18.191-05:00I am so with Mr. Moon on the cat business. If Jack...I am so with Mr. Moon on the cat business. If Jack really wanted to stay in that bed, he would treat both of you with respect. He considers himself an equal of Mr. M, not in strength or stature, but importance.Throwing himself on Mr. M's feet is intended purely to get him up and gone. He bought the other side of the door, fair and square. Everyone deserves a good night's sleep.<br />Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-9126451871574489852020-01-01T20:01:18.442-05:002020-01-01T20:01:18.442-05:00I made an ugly face (my son calls it troll face) ...I made an ugly face (my son calls it troll face) when I read that collard greens recipe! Oh my gosh. And I wasn’t even born in the south, but made my collards today with black eyed peas and cornbread muffins. I do make a tasty pot of greens.Blue Galhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03029825683981603205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-71247447583851168442020-01-01T19:42:16.672-05:002020-01-01T19:42:16.672-05:00Some human "rhythms" were different - es...Some human "rhythms" were different - especially in equatorial zones where some ancient cultures had very different notions of what a "year" might mean - given the migration of the sun.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-56190767936602030322020-01-01T19:25:49.262-05:002020-01-01T19:25:49.262-05:00Over here in Merry Olde England we do not use the ...Over here in Merry Olde England we do not use the terms "collard" or "collard greens". Instead we refer to spring greens or spring cabbage. These leaves are usually only available in supermarkets and green grocery shops in springtime. Of course we can grow our own but the last time I tried to grow them there was a caterpillar invasion. I found your dream reflections quite fascinating. The subconscious works in mysterious ways.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-13645486948248906042020-01-01T19:15:25.712-05:002020-01-01T19:15:25.712-05:00I think that the marking of time is done because w...I think that the marking of time is done because we need it to be done. So it's not so much artificial as an expression of our own rhythms.Boudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00641013916263271948noreply@blogger.com