tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13722552.post4604203830747285208..comments2009-04-22T18:53:56.451-05:00Ms. Booty Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468536186448152481paigelabab@comcast.netBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13722552.post-16587026344604863742009-04-22T18:53:00.000-05:002009-04-22T18:53:00.000-05:00

Thank you, Meredith. (Not sure about mackerel casserole -- I'll have to look that one up! BUT: it's mackerel patty night again. With roasted potatoes (oven fries, essentially) and carrot raisin salad.)<br /><br />Sara, that was a story, perhaps even the title story, from a collection by Susan Engberg called A Stay By the River. <br /><br />Man, I'll have to reread that. I remember loving that

Ms. Booty Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468536186448152481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13722552.post-19526548319877167742009-04-22T18:35:00.000-05:002009-04-22T18:35:00.000-05:00

Paige, you gave me a short story once, years ago when T and J were little - about a mother who grew her own food... I don't remember much about it. As it turns out you were giving me a glimpse of your future life! I remember you loved the story. Do you know the one I'm talking about?

Sara Sharpehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01813021080670205738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13722552.post-41893503267714131782009-04-09T21:16:00.000-05:002009-04-09T21:16:00.000-05:00

I love the way you are breathing poetry into ordinary days.<BR/><BR/>PS--mackeral casserole, one of my earliest frugal attempts, is the only meal my husband ever refused to eat : O

Meredith@MerchantShipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08455517419708043340noreply@blogger.com