Another beautiful Mass at St. Catherine’s this morning and it’s the time of the year now where the sun rises right through the giant stained glass window over the altar and makes it look like a fire. One morning I was joining Mom back in the pew coming from the altar while the window was lit this way and it had bathed her face in the most beautiful rose-colored glow and she looked beautiful. This morning when I was leaving for Mass, the sun had partially risen through the thick branches of the oaks trees on the drive that nears my entrance, and there it was, a huge tangerine-fiery ball with offshoots of hot rose. Autumn colors, nearly.
Yesterday afternoon thoroughly enjoyed two and a half hours of Gary Cooper, Ingrid Bergman and Flora Robson in, “Saratoga Trunk.” I so enjoyed it, and so relaxed watching it, that by the time it was over I was pleasantly sleepy and as it was suppertime, had my meal. Fell sound sleep before the telly en boudoir around 8:30, awakened briefly, fell back sound asleep and arose so refreshed. I am tempted to watch that flick again, I just love it. Edna Ferber has written some really fine novel (I want to read this one) that have turned into some great movies, i.e., “Giant, “So Big,” “Cimarron.”
What’s cooking today: Decided to make chicken and andouille gumbo, only I won’t use andouille, but low-sodium smoked sausage and as the later is made by Richard’s who also make danged fine andouille, I know the pot won’t be lessened. Have donned my oversized cooking clothing and I tried a canary yellow bandana over my head because to make a pot of this stuff is to be steamed by savories, green pepper, onion, celery, green onions and spices…decided to leave my big silver loops in my ears so I now look a bit like Flora Robson in “Saratoga Trunk,” and/or my politically incorrect pinafore apron of a sweet-faced Mammy making pralines that I’ve had for ages. Somewhere laid away is my McIlhenny’s Tabasco Sauce cooking apron–both are like big chef’s apron, and you know, I hardly wear them anymore. I will accompany this with some sort of sweet potato dish…kicking one around in my mind that involves work…well, ahead of me is a lot of chopping, not going to use the food processor…if I’m going to make chicken and andouille gumbo deep in the heart of Louisiana, well, actually, more like nearer her toe, out comes the old big wooden chopping block and my life-saving quality butcher knife. Bon Appetit, Tex!
Well, my resolve to stay out of grocery stores this weekend, let’s not talk about that.