I do not usually write "Brazil Buzz" on Monday, but yesterday we had dinner guests. I cooked and baked most of the day.
Our guests arrived in the late afternoon. The table was set with my best china and silverware, on a beautiful tablecloth that I keep tucked away for such special occasions. You see, two of our grandchildren, their spouses and sweet children love to visit the folks in the little blue house at the end of the road.
I served the meal buffet style. A well rounded menu included their favorite dishes: chicken and homemade noodles, whipped mashed potatoes, veggie plate, homemade creamy coleslaw, corn on the cob, baked beans, deviled eggs, melon balls and a choice of banana cream pie or chocolate pie.
I was proud of myself and my dishwasher/ retired gofer.
Some might ask, rhetorically. Why so much food? A large portion of the food that we eat is homegrown. Appetites vary, therefore; a little of this and a little of that makes sense.
My family was pleased and this old country girl was smiling when I saw pictures of my meal on "Facebook" at the end of the day. I knew right then that it was all good, even the hot rolls and sweet tea that I forgot to mention.
Some say, "Why aren't the Sartors overweight. Every day meals do not always stack up to company meals. If that were so, we couldn't afford the grocery bill.
Moderation of food intake is the key to follow. We watch the scales and do our best to keep the cholesterol in check.
The test results are very good. Although, we do have some help from the pill people.
Leftovers serve a duel purpose. They come in handy when the cook is too busy doing other chores to spend a lot of time in the kitchen. Nothing of that nature lingers in the refrigerator until it curls from the side of the bowls. The door closes easily.
Seniors on a fixed income follow the old saying, "Waste not -- Want not." In my case, the fact has been embedded in my grateful brain ever since my father brought it to my attention, back in the day.
Today I am feeling poorly. I did not sleep well last night. The call is in to my health care provider as I write this. No, the problem is not due to an overload at dinner.
My birthday is right around the corner. I will celebrate 72 years of living in November. The old timers told me that there would be days like this. They were right about that!
This past week I visited my dentist's office for a routine cleaning. No new cavities, in this set of poorly spaced homegrown teeth. Boy, that was a relief.
After the cleaning of my teeth the hygienist gave me the usual gift pack that includes a toothbrush, paste and floss. I was still sitting in the chair at the time.
Dr. Raymond Dennany came in to inspect my teeth and left to return to tend another patient's dental needs. I, then, talked to the girls a bit and walked out of the building and go into the car.
There was only one thing wrong. It donned on me that I forgot to pay for the services rendered.
Embarrassed, this blonde grinner went back in to do so.
They said, "That's ok; we know where to find you if we need to collect." I said something about sending the police out to the last house on Elm Street. We enjoyed a good laugh with another patient.
Paul was out of earshot, in the parking lot, but; when I arrived back he was laughing at me and with me too. He does that often.
We send our condolence to the family of Mary Rose Ogle Hill. She was a former classmate and friend of Paul and his siblings at Indiana State Laboratory School. Mary Rose was kind to the children. They will always grateful for her friendship.
I can be reached at 812- 446- 4852 or by email at firstname.lastname@example.org.