Here are some pretty glimpses of Rebecca's farmhouse. Photos taken while the ladies relaxed inside on the fishing trip (see below).
This was happy. I read Molly Wizenberg's fascinating book, Delancey, and immediately decided to make the Vietnamese salad. I put the components on a platter - so pretty! I even made fried purple onions, which are surprisingly easy and stupendously delicious. The whole salad is excellent and quite easy.
This was funny. Ben had begged to go fishing, but we don't fish. Finally, my husband had the bright idea to ask Rebecca's son to help Ben fish. Ben loved it, but he was repelled by the cleaning part that readied the fish for the frying pan.
But he couldn't look away. Maybe the basic human response to gore?
Here is the real (which is also pretty). My cousins showed us their cabin in a holler in Virginia. It is a charming spot full of memories, but the cabin needs extensive, expensive work to keep it functional. The cousins are taking it on, but the old melting away before the new makes me melancholic. My uncle and aunt are facing similar decisions about the cabin, I know.
I don't know what I would do if I owned one of these beautiful, dilapidated old memory houses that relatives considered sacred without being responsible for the upkeep. Sacred usually gives way to pragmatism and safety.
Well, I snapped some photos for the memory bank.
|1940s linoleum the cousins are hoping to match|