first attempts at scanning a document

So, now you should have an idea of my computer skills.  Won't it be fun to see how well I do with the technical part of blogging?  Don't judge.  

My plan is to provide my grocery list along with the recipes if requested.  Just leave me a note and I'll scan them in or write them.  (obviously some learning to be done here) 

My life seems to be centered around food for better or worse.  My family has a rich history in the kitchen and I'm looking forward to sharing some of those stories and some new ones.  Hopefully I'll remember how to turn a phrase and get better at this blogging thing.  I've always loved to start things...

Gaga

My grandmother is in the hospital.  We call her Gaga.  She is a remarkable woman.  She's pocket-sized, 80 pounds soaking wet.  You wouldn't know it by watching that woman work.  Good lord don't stand too close to some clippers or before you know it, you'll be clearing the fields.  That woman loves a good field to clear.  She can clear an acre faster than a goat. It would make sense to be cooking things that remind me of gaga.  The trouble is, I wouldn't exactly associate food with gaga.  Clearing fields yes, but hearty delicious meals?  Nope.  I do however remember sitting around her big fancy table on Sundays, passing the brown gravy and rolls knowing that eventually they would nestle right in between me and my cousin Sarah.  We would then proceed to gorge ourselves on rolls and gravy.  Hoarding the salty goodness and casting an evil eye to relatives looking for seconds.  It didn't take long for gaga to just provide a bowl for the two of us.  

You never know who will be at Sunday dinner either.  She will invite the devil himself to sit down and share our gravy.  Lots of wide eyed conversations are had I can tell you.  Gaga had a wonderful paranoid schizophrenic who happened to be a house guest for a while.  She would catalog all day in her notebooks.  One morning over breakfast, we were all sitting enjoying wheat toast, salted butter and marmalade when she yells out, "I've found you apricot jam!".  To this day, any member of our family is known to use this phrase when we stumble on a lost item.  One morning, Jesus himself impregnated Gaga's friend.  It was quite an event.  I promise I'm not making this up.  

Gaga may not be an amazing chef, but she sure knows how to be a host.  To this day, if I'm sitting down at her table, I have no idea what character will show up.  So, gaga, I'm looking forward to meeting your new assortment of recruits.  I can't wait to share your table again.  I promise to follow in your lead this Easter and accept any strays that make it to my doorstep.  I'll make sure and share the gravy.

Since you can't read my upside down tiny list, here it is.  List and "menu"

oranges

orange juice

soy sc.

ck (1.5)

sug. snap peas (8 o)

port mush (4)

wmilk ricotta

lg. tomato (2)

fontina

bacon

leeks

cherries

blue berries

cinnamon

cream ch (2)

cake mix

sour cream

crusty bread

noodles

spag sc

grits

vanilla

scallions

green beans

Spicy orange ck

grilled portabello mushrooms 

tomato soup

spaghetti

bacon and leek risotto with poached egg

pork chops, creamy cheesy grits, green beans

Luke's cheesecake