Happy Things

• Yellow flowers that grow out of sidewalk cracks--picked especially for me by Dru
• Homemade soap that smells so nice that I don't want to use it because then it will be gone and I won't have it anymore

• Clean dishes
• My husband
• Dead ants
• Baby kicks
• Ultrasounds
• A baby blanket from both of my moms

• Cards and letters from home
  
• Rain in the forecast
• Cardboard boxes (I always don't have one when I want one, and Daddy sent a nice big one, now I don't need it but it's in my storage closet.)
• Applepie spice and cloves
• Pancakes that my man liked so well that I wrote down my recipe
• A Giraffe mug found at a garage sale

• Beginning to be able to read Thai on road signs
• Moist oatmeal cookies and brownies that I didn't flop or burn

Mangos

Now these are mangoes! I told Dru to buy lots of mangoes. He came home with these three fat ones and some others that were on sale and fit only for shakes. These are some of the fattest, most beautiful ones I've ever seen. It's lychee in the background.
ไม่ค่อยชอบ (Mai koi chop)--I don't really like.


Lovely! We are blessed with a variety of fruit here, not that we care for all of it; but it's fun to have and learn about. I was studying with Mae Wahn today and as we were reading the Thai words for fruit, I told her which ones grew in America. It occurred to me that not many of them did grow in America, not, at least, where I come from. But they don't grow apples here, they import them from China. We laughed the other day when we found oranges imported from Florida. Apparently some farongs prefer the bigger oranger oranges from the States.

Cornbread

Saturday morning I woke up hungry for cornbread. I'd forgotten how delicious and beautiful it was. Apparently Dru did too because he left for his morning rounds before it was out ofthe  oven.There's something homey and pleasant about cornbread.
I know you're supposed to use a cast iron skillet for this sort of thing...but I haven't one. That's okay, I'm not smart enough yet to be able to tell the difference.

Somehow, I managed to get it very much like Mom's always was. We'd always pile on the sugar and eat it with milk.

But it's much better drenched in honey...

...with milk, of course!
(The honey was a gift from Mae Wahn, she's a very generous person.)