Most Thursday evenings Keith goes to jail, as a volunteer in a prison ministry program. I used to tease him, making jokes about going up the river or heading to the big house, and other silliness, but as his steadfastness and commitment to attending this work has continued over the last year, I stopped. Instead, …
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Many recipes at the Seaward Inn were named for the person who originated them. But who Ginny was, was always a mystery to me. I remember asking, but I don’t recall if I ever got an answer. Nevertheless, she shared a killer chocolate cake recipe, that was a favorite for many guests at the Inn. My grandfather loved it, too.
It’s a perfect dessert on a warm summer day, but you will absolutely melt as you prepare it over a hot stove. Worth it? Yes! 🥧🍋 I was a little afraid of and a had a lot of respect for Muffie Puloni —longtime cook at the Seaward Inn—when I started work there in the summer …
Blueberry muffins on vintage Fiestaware – cobalt blue cake plate
Up at dawn. 🌞 Keith was still sleeping while I drank a cup of tea. It rained ferociously overnight, and was still dripping when I fed the cats. Keith appeared at 8:20 and I suggested a pre-breakfast swim. Why not? We have this new pool and it sure is fun to float around. After an …
