Monster trees in our flooded orchard.♥♥♥♥
A couple of years ago I bought myself a coffee mug with the image of Wonder Woman on it.
I think is was our son who asked why I had bought the mug. My answer came quickly, ” I bought it to remind myself that I no longer am as strong as I used to be.” Energy, strength, the will to keep on going the whole day, has now diminished. Nope I am no longer the Wonder Woman I once was.
Now at 69 years of age, I think of myself as a tea cup. If I’m busy all morning, I need that nap to power up for later.
I can’t stand our sizzling heat in the summer, the cold all but numbs me.
Even our little shih tzu seems too heavy to lift sometimes.
But don’t get me wrong, I can still muster up plenty of strength if needed.
Being a tea cup is not a bad thing.♥♥♥♥
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Hiding out in Central Park.
New Year’s Eve was quiet and filled with just a few Mexican traditions. Our oldest daughter requested bunuelos for the evening.
Bunuelos are like tortillas that are rolled out very thinly and fried in hot oil, then cinnamon sugar is sprinkled on the tops. The dough is made a little differently and mine always comes out very sticky, making it hard to roll them out.
Even though they weren’t exactly round, they were crispy and tasty.
Usually Mexican people love their menudo on New Year’s Day, but hubby prefers pozole.
This was only my second time making it, but hubby really enjoyed it, so I’m hoping to make it more often in 2017.
Hubby likes his pozole with onion, lemon and cabbage.
I take mine with just cabbage.
Happy New Year!♥♥♥♥
Mi casita, mi ranchito 