One of my cousins reminded me at a
recent summer family gathering that I hadn’t posted anything to my blog “for quite awhile.” ”Um, well, no I haven’t but it hasn’t been that long.” ”Oh, only since Christmas.” ”Well, see, it’s not that long ago. It’s only been…” Having dredged up a calendar in my mind and realizing it was not only 2013 it was August I did a mental “Oops.” Now it’s November and the “Oops” is even bigger. Mentally I still haven’t made it much past Labor Day despite the fact it’s trying to snow outside and the sparrows are skating on their water dish.
Since I am still on the planet, I really must apologize for being so slow in posting anything. Being retired, my brain tends to view “I’ll do it tomorrow” as “next week, sometime…maybe.” Added to that are a winter, spring and early fall that left hubby and me definite believers in the adage “growing old isn’t for wimps.” Since reading detailed discussions of someone else’s medical ailments is about as much fun as watching paint dry, suffice it to say we’ve both been doing our share to keep the medical establishment in our area occupied. If it weren’t for various doctor and lab visits our social calendar would be right empty. Ah, well, at least we are reasonably well, still able to complain and determined not to do so much of that after seeing some of the folks who are less fortunate than we are in the health department.
Whether you just got here for the first time or have come back to see if I’ve finally done something constructive, thanks for visiting! For your troubles, I’m offering thank-you’s of flowers and candy. Both virtual, of course, but that’s about all I can supply since the flowers are long gone and I ate all the candy.
Lilacs have always been one of my favorite flowers. I think it’s in my genes because both my grandmother and mother loved lilacs. Actually they’re a tree, part of the syringa family, and migrated across the United States with pioneers. Today a hardy, persistent lilac tree may be the only remaining sign of a pioneer homestead. Now days I have to enjoy them outside, because their fragrance sends me into sneezing fits, but when the first blooms come out it’s worth it.
If lilacs aren’t your thing, how about pansies? They were another favorite of Grandma’s and the path to her house was lined with pansies, mostly lavender and purple, growing beneath the lilacs. These, too, came with the pioneers to bring a touch of the familiar to new gardens so far away from home. Grandma had other flowers she loved as well. One peony plant which grows alongside their house must be getting close to 75 years old and still blooms. Over the years it has provided starts for just about everyone in the family who wants a reminder of the place where our roots grow deep.
Take your pick, or take all of them!!
While I have a hard time picking out one favorite flower, there’s no doubt about my favorite candy. The Black Walnut Candy Bar, made by Farr Candy Company in Idaho Falls, Idaho, wins, hands down. It’s a rich black walnut fondant bar hand dipped in dark chocolate. The 1 oz. size may seem small, but trust me, it’s all you’ll need! In fact you might find yourself cutting it into smaller portions since it doesn’t take much to satisfy almost any sweet tooth.
Farr’s, which has been in business since 1911, is an area icon, making both candy bars and a wide variety of ice cream and frozen desserts. I remember eating black walnut candy bars as a kid, but then they disappeared from the market for a long time. I almost gave the poor clerk at ShipPro a heart attack earlier this spring when I spied my first black walnut bar in years and shouted “They’re back!” I ordered a box from the company and when it was slow arriving I called to find out what had happened.
Owner Kevin Call said black walnut bars were a perennial favorite over the years for everyone except perhaps Farr employees since they’re difficult to make and dipped by hand. Because of the time involved they don’t make them very often, but I finally snagged a box. He even hand delivered it to me since the deadline had passed for shipping them by mail. They melt easily so once it turns too warm in the spring the company won’t mail them until fall. I keep my stash in the freezer and haul one out periodically as a special treat. It’s good my husband doesn’t really care for them because they’re one thing I’m definitely not good at sharing.
Pick up your favorite candy, come back for a visit and let us know why it’s your favorite. I’m always on the lookout for new sugar fixes to try.