The Funk Has Lifted

(Artwork by John O'Donohue)

Yes indeed, thank goodness the blue funk only lasted a day. Don't you just hate that? Yesterday was just horrible. The headache was bad enough by itself, but it was just one of those days! You know, when the black cow flies overhead and just hovers there. Nothing too terrible, just enough to let you know it's there.

After finally taking enough Advil to get rid of the headache, I sat down in the evening to watch the Sopranos. I finished my dinner early and headed upstairs to the bedroom (so I wouldn't have to subject young ears to such language!). No sooner than I got comfy, Rootie comes in and starts heaving. By the time I got up to get her out on the deck, she had left not one, but two presents. "HUB!!!" (Sorry, I don't do throw up--give me blood and guts anytime, but no throw up.) Again, poor hub. I proceed to go to the rec room to finish the show. Sitting there, I feel this thing hit my leg. I reach down and it's the winder on my watch. Hmmm, I wasn't even moving my arm. I pick it up and try to screw it back on and drop it. Hits the Bermuda triangle, because it's gone. No where. MIA. Ok. Fine. It was a cheap watch anyway. It had a drop of water in the crystal since the beach that drove me absolutely crazy. The drop moved around, sometimes it was several drops, sometimes it was just a fog, sometimes it just moved around enough to hide one number, anyway, you get my point. Grrrrr. Good riddance.

So, I'm still watching TV and guess I'm playing with my leather anklet unknowingly. Snap. Broken. Off for good. Gee. What else is going to happen?? I couldn't help but start to giggle. Hey, if this is funk luck, I'll take it over bad luck any day. I guess the giggle helped move the cow a little because after the Sopranos and most of the next show, Big Love (which is kinda fun to watch, I might add), I flip right on over to NPT and the beginning of Jane Eyre. How sweet is that? I never catch a good movie right at the beginning. I sat and watched the whole thing. It was fabulous. So, you see, there's always good after bad. You just have to wait for it! (And keep giggling.)

Today, I was determined to free myself of the blue funk. And, there's nothing like flowers to lift one. So, after lunch, mom and I drove over to our favorite garden shop in Berry Hill and bought pretty flowers for my window boxes. They have been neglected since last summer; and it shows. The ivy is still alive (I think), so I will add this bounty of beauty tomorrow. It had started to spritz by the time I was able to get out to do it, so I put it off for another day. I can't wait to see what it looks like once it's done. The hedges are going to need trimming too in order to fully appreciate the flowers. Yes, another day.

For dinner, I made Company Ham Casserole. I found this recipe when I was first married. The hub and I had something very similar while honeymooning in London and I just loved it. I was happy to find it over here. We still had a lot of Honey Baked ham left, so I really needed to work on getting rid of that. (As I write, the kid has informed me that, yet again, Miss Bev has helped herself to another feast. You'd think I'd learn to put stuff away. Gee whiz Bev! Gee whiz Rosa!)

Company Ham Casserole

• 1 box (8 oz.) this spaghetti
• 2 T minced onion
• 6 T butter or margarine
• 6 T all-purpose flour
• 2 C milk
• 1 C half-and-half
• 1 C chicken broth
• 1/4 C cooking sherry
• 3 C leftover cooked ham, diced (wash off sugar if using HBH)
  
• 1 box/bag (10 oz.) bag of frozen peas
• 1 C shredded sharp cheddar cheese
• 1/4 C grated Parmesan cheese

Cook spaghetti in boiled water as directed on label. Drain. Set aside.

Saute onion lightly in butter in a LARGE skillet.

Stir in flour to make roux. Turn off heat and slowly add milk and half-and-half, stirring constantly. It will look like paste until you keep adding more milk. Add broth.

Put back over heat and add sherry, ham, peas and spaghetti. Mix well.

Salt and pepper to taste.

Pour half of the mixture into shallow 2-qt. baking dish.

Sprinkle with half cheese.
Pour in rest of mixture and add remaining cheese.

Cook 30 minutes at 350 degrees F for 30. (I always broil the last minute to brown the top)

I found these wonderful ripe cantaloupes at the grocery today. And this is what I'm eating right now as I type. They are so sweet. I was going to share this half with the hub, but I've just about eaten the whole thing! Oh my, it's sooo good! And just look at that beautiful color. So summery. Ooooh.

A Conniption Was Had

I have to admit, after being so relaxed and sweet about having the teenager's friends here all the time and how nice it was that they all felt comfortable in our home, I had a major conniption last night.

The teenager had to work this morning at 9 a.m., so I told him, no friends were to stay over last night. He agreed. I was also looking forward to having my house back from a week's stay from my inlaws. You know, being able to wonder around at odd hours of the night, put my PJs on at an early hour and being able to do what I wanted, where I wanted and when I wanted--not worrying about what I looked like. You know the feeling, the freedom of enjoying your home on the weekends.

So, about 10:30 p.m, the teenager calls, from a restaurant (which he had borrowed some money so he could EAT) to ask a favor. Here we go, I thought. Can some of his friends come over to spend the night? He begged and promised that they all had various jobs in the morning and were coming over and would go to sleep. Well, of course, the sucker that I am, I gave in.

Shortly thereafter, about five gangly teenagers came tramping through the house. I had already changed into my PJs at this time and felt a little trapped in front of the computer unable to even see who was here. I had planned an evening of sitting in front of the TV in our living room and watching whatever I pleased, whatever I found interesting. The pots and pans started clanking, silverware falling (I don't know why they drop everything) and food aromas began to find its way up the stairs. Didn't they just come from eating out? What the *&%$#!!

I started to fume. It was already 11:30 and there was no sign of any of them going to sleep. They were all in various parts of the house--the teenager's room playing games on the pc, in the rec room watching TV, downstairs in the kitchen making a feast of leftovers, boiling pasta, reheating tomato sauce, heating up Lord knows what. The microwave door must have SLAMMED a hundred times. Since I was NOT going to get dressed to go downstairs and investigate and NOT going to put on my robe, I sent the hub in to do the dirty work. He relays my message that everything is to be cleaned up after they're done. Simple enough.

Time slipped away and the teenager appears upstairs about 12:30. He's going to bed! Leaving four other guys downstairs to fend for themselves, again. NUH UH. I pulled him aside and let him have it. What did he tell me? They were coming here to sleep? Yea, right. There's a five-course dinner going on downstairs! I was so mad at him. Just seething. And he doesn't a clue. No idea why I'm so upset. Thinks I'm freaking out over nothing (as usual). I just wanted a free night to do what I pleased, where I pleased! But nooooo, that wasn't to be.

I guess he got the message, because the next thing I knew ALL the boys were in his room and all was quiet. They ALL slept in there. Lord knows where. Usually the cot is pulled out and one extra kid sleeps in his room and the others in the rec room. I wish I had been a were a fly on that wall. I bet there were some really nice things said about me!

Today he has a 7 1/2 hour shift, his longest yet. Serves his butt right. I hope he's totally exhausted when he gets home. And I have a headache that would stop a truck. Serves me right for being so mean.

It's definately an Advil moment. (Used to be a Midol moment.)

Baby Did a Bad, Bad Thing.....

I just love some of Chris Isaak's songs. I used to watch his show and I don't even know if it's still on. I'll have to look into that. Anyway, this has nothing to do with Chris Isaak. Why would it? Duh.

But, oh yes, I did a bad, bad thing. Are you ready for this one? I will be bidding at a French auction. OUCH! Yes, this is my first time bidding via email, so it will be quite interesting. I feel like I'm in one of those movies at a Christie's auction, "Yes, my client will bid via phone." haha. As if.

Our friend Raphael in France lost his grandfather last month. Raphi's mom is auctioning off a lot of his stuff on Sunday. I was talking with Raphael this week and just happened to ask him to keep and eye out for some things around his town if he found them cheap and he mentioned the auction. I asked him to send me the brochure; and of course, there was china involved. (Poor hub.) Yes, "Hi, my name is Rosa, and I am a chinaholic." (Now, you're supposed to say "HI ROSA!" or "Welcome Rosa..." Whatever.)

Beautiful stuff. Limoges stuff. Napoleon stuff. Oh my. I was busy all afternoon on the phone with Raphi, IMing Raphi, iChatting Raphi, translating from English to French, French to English, dollar to Euro, Euro to dollar, and finally sending emails. I have a headache from all the thinking! Oh my, again. What excitement! You know how auctions work, you just never know. I may end up with everything, I may end up with nothing. Keep your fingers' crossed I end up with something!!

The last auction the hub and I went to was in upstate NY. There were several pieces we wanted and had discussed them. So when bidding began, we were going gung ho. (Not expensive stuff, mind you.) All of a sudden, the auctioneer asks, pointing to us "Are you two together?" "Uh, yes." "You are bidding against each other!" hahahaha. We were so caught up in the moment, that we were both bidding at the same time, raising the price. Tards. (We didn't win the bid anyway, so there!) We did walk away with a set of stained glass windows ($20) and a three-quarter size head and foot board. Never used the bed and lost the windows! I left them at a studio to match the glass and moved and left them. (Yes, my last month in VA was quite a lost one, indeed.) I called them to get them shipped and they had already closed shop. Oh well, at least I didn't pay all that much for them! Again, I'm a tard from way back.

And so my friends, que sera, sera. We shall see what happens on Sunday! I may have a heck of a shipping bill! giggle.

Friday's Favorite Corner

Today, I have enjoyed all the birds visiting outside my kitchen table window. It's not really a corner, per se, but it is my favorite spot today. There have been a crazy amount of birds on my feeders this spring. All day, it was a constant flurry of action. I can't believe all the gold finches that are frequenting my deck! They are so pretty, I can just and watch them forever.




Looks like Fred and Frieda and perhaps some of their kin are enjoying the free meals too. They are a bit more skiddish than the gold finches. As soon as there's a movement, they scatter. There is a gold finch, in contrast, who is not afraid of anything. Frankie (my mom's corgi mix) can come up the stairs and this bird holds tight to his feeder. Doesn't seem to be worried by it. Funny.



Jack and Diane (my doves) have also been enjoying the black oil sunflower seeds in my larger feeder. They get right in there and go to town. They are always together and look so sweet.


My mom has three or four feeders in her neck of the woods (under the deck) and I have no idea what is going on down there. Another smorgasborg, I'm sure. She keeps the bird bath cleaned every day (God bless her--I don't have the patience), and the cardinals especially love that. I can see them splashing about each morning getting cleaned up for the day.

Now you all can see why Miss Bev is chomping-at-the-bit to get outside. Talk about a feast! ha.

"The other side of the glass."

Like I Know What I'm Doing.....

I've had several folks tell me that they are having difficulty getting onto my site--either getting kicked off completely or not being able to see my pictures. Well, what a boring site without pictures, why bother? ha.

I asked the hub what I was doing wrong when I left my URL (whatever that is--giggle) and he informed me to leave my www site name. So, if you are having problems with my blog, try www.cozyrosy.blogspot.com and see if that works. Also, the hub says, if you are using Explorer, make sure you have the latest version by going to www.microsoft.com. (I have a Mac and I use Safari (only for apples) and Firefox (can be used by PCs) for browsers. Too many viruses on Explorer--or so says the hub.) Let's hope these work.

Volume Two

I received my latest order from Paper Source today and started filling Volume II of my "Blog Journal" for the kids. It's kinda fun going back and remembering what was going on a couple of months ago.

So today, I've been printing out my posts for February. Almost filled the whole book! What a blabber mouth I've become. I think from now on, I should just go ahead and print them as I finish them. I have to move them over to Word, change the font size, drag the photos over and then print. It's a pain, but I know it will be well worth the time one day a hundred years from now. haha.

Started tidying up after the company left yesterday. The babies have taken over the guest room already. They've been sprawled out on the bed since they left! ha. Even Rootie was caught in there. What a life they lead.

Ms. Bev is trying to get outside any chance she can. She's a fast little devil, I tell you! She is dying to catch another bird. Her thoughts, I'm sure, "There are so many to be had, what's the problem?" I don't know if she is going through a false pregnancy; but she picks up these toys (her favorite is a little felt dog) and carries them around the house in her mouth just crying at the top of her lungs. "Moughhhhh, moughhhhhh." It's driving me crazy. It is so loud! I know she brings them to either me or the kid....but enough! I crack up every time I hear her! I'm trying to get a pic of her. If I do, I will post it. It is so hilarious. Perhaps she thinks she's a dog, carrying her toy around like that! Rootie thinks she's a cat, so why not? What a messed up crew I have!

A Tissue in Need

Our sweet friend Raphi sent me this tissue all the way from France! How sweet. Now I'm laughing so hard, I'm crying again! Thank you Raphi!! I love it!! Bisou bisou!

First Job

Sniffle, sniffle. My first born is out making a living--well kinda. Today is his first day working at his brand-new part-time job. I can hardly believe it.

Why......it seems like just yesterday I was tickling him on his tummy and chin, saying "Here comes Mr. Tickles." (He would just DIE if he read this now!) And look who has hair on his chinny-chin-chin! Thank GOD it's not me!

And so, another milestone in our lives. My first born is off to work. Someone hand me a tissue!!

Circa 1962

Oh the things that I find. Or should I say, the things that find me. For some unknown reason, last night I did a search on Ebay for my Aunt Ollie's (my father's sister) business, White House Sightseeing. Low and behold, there were several items that came up. I am simply amazed.

My Aunt Ollie, who was the oldest of the siblings, moved from Sherman, Texas, to Washington, DC where she married. Her and her husband, quite the entrepreneurs, started a sightseeing business. She then called on my father to come up and go to photography school when she saw there was a shortage of "tour group" photographers. He did just that. And so, I was born into quite a family of businesses. My brother runs the photography business to this day.

Anyway, I would say this staged shot is circa 1962/63. I look to be around 2ish. These are two brothers (my oldest brother aleady gone and in the Air Force), my mom holding me and my father "filming" us at the U.S. Capitol. My aunt, who had an artist's eye, set us up in front of their sightseeing bus and took many photos to make into postcards. And so, this is what I found on Ebay last night. Look here. How funny is that? There are actually two postcards being sold by two different vendors.

This is from my father's photo album that I put together for his funeral in 2001. You can tell the left photo is color, but the top right is hand tinted, probably by my Aunt Ollie. The two bottom items are the post cards themselves. The photo at the top is in my mom's flat. Check out my brothers' clam diggers! haha. (You can see my brothers have changed their clothes a couple of times.) My mom still has this little pink dress that I wore. So sweet. This whole shot brings back memories of growing up and "helping" my dad. The Capitol was nothing special to me. Just a backdrop for pictures. I remember fondly running around the grounds, feeding the squirrels, walking over to the Botanic Gardens where I would hang out if I got bored, or hot. One time, I even wandered off and got lost in the Capitol itself! ha! I wandered down into the subway system in between the House and the Senate and then back up to the private offices before a security guard found me and helped me find my way back to the West entrance to the lawn where my dad was. He never even missed me! Boy, things were different back then. In more ways than one.

Of course, I don't remember these photos being taken, I was too young. But I do remember them being sold at the office. We were employed at quite a young age, my brothers and I, selling souvenirs at the office. I remember I could hardly add when I would be behind the counter helping my brother Jim and John bagging the items for the customers. As I got a little older (but not much) I learned how to use that huge cash register and also knew how to add 4% tax to the total cost (I used a chart) and how to make change. I thought it was all a lot of fun!

It simply amazes me the things you can find out there. Or as I said, they find you. Who knows why I happened to do this certain search last night. I guess there was a reason for me to go back to my childhood and remember, fondly, my "first job."

Which will, of course, lead me to my next post.........

Peculiar indeed.

Tired

I think we're all a little tired today. Abby seems to tell the whole story with her eyes, "Just leave me alone and let me rest, please." I guess all that food yesterday is making us a tad sluggish today. Even the animals aren't anywhere to be found--except Abby, of course, who has to be plopped down in the middle of the stairs! Lord forbid she misses any "action." (Maybe she's really saying, "Hey, you're going to have to step over me if you want to get up or down the stairs, I ain't movin'.")

We had lunch today at The Cheesecake Factory in Green Hills, and the hub met us there. It is a wonderful place, as I've said before. This is only my second time there. We all shared a slice of cheesecake (Godiva Chocolate) for dessert and couldn't even finish that between five of us! It was sooo rich--but good. My favorite part is always the whipped cream. Freshly whipped, of course. I've learned to appreciate the good stuff when it's served in restaurants. It's so rare these days to get the real McCoy!

Tonight is our last night with Grammy and Grandpa. Guess what we're having for dinner? It's going to be a smorgasborg, for sure! A little bit of everything, including half of today's lunch!

I am so out of it. I keep staring out the window and enjoying the new growth on our baby maple tree out front. It has grown a couple of feet in the last year. I absolutely love looking at the leaves as they're opening. So pretty. It's getting warmer, in the 80s today with no humidity. I'll take no humidity any day. Again, I need to get out and cut all the stems from the tulips and daffodils that brought us such beauty a couple of weeks ago. They look a little pitiful with just the stems sticking up--as if they're waiting to be cut by Gomez (The Addams Family) for Morticia. Yep, about time I get out there and clean it up! But, first I think I will rest. grin.

Easter Supper 2006

Full again, full again, thank God, we're full again. (This is what mom and I say to each other after we have lunch everyday.) Today, we are all really full, for sure! What a feast.

I started out setting our kitchen table with my pysanky and an old Ukrainian embroidered breakfast cloth (that I found at a YARD SALE!!) and some bee's wax tapers. Since Grammy and Grandpa get up way before any of us on weekends, I had their breakfast plates out for them to enjoy a nice Easter breakfast together. Later in the day, I made my BLT deviled eggs from Paula Dean's magazine. (If anyone is interested, I'll post the recipe.) I mixed them on an egg platter with some of my naturally dyed eggs. It looked so pretty. I was amazed I had some left after the teenager has been eating them all weekend!! He'll probably be sick of eggs come next week!! ha. I also opened Ann's Easter gift to us which was the cutest little chocolate nest (chocolate covered almonds) with a beautiful small bunny and some gum balls (not chewing gum). It was so sweet! (Thank you again, Ann & G, we've been nibbling all day on it!)

Grandpa and I did all the cooking. He prepared the kyshka and kobassa for me. I made sure to watch him this time, so I know exactly how he does it. He's the masta. I did the pyrogi (sauteed in onions and garlic) and the green beans (steamed with a little lemon, butter and salt). The hulubtsi (stuffed cabbage) was frozen, so no biggy there. We also had a honey baked ham which we just reheated. I made a salad, which no one touched. Hey, at least we got the green beans in us! We also had yeast rolls and of course, all the trimmings--horseradish, red horseradish (mixed with cranberries--but normally made red with beets) mustard, sour cream (for the pyrogi), half sours (not fully done pickles) and of course eggs, lots and lots of eggs. We did begin supper with a prayer and a piece of kryshanky (hard boiled egg) and paska. The paska was dry and Grammy said to cut back on the cooking time, which I will do next time. So if you took the recipe down, check the paska at 40+ minutes and go from there. Grandpa said it is what he is used to, so we were all happy with that response! (Gee with all the cooking, I forgot to put the Easter lamb butter on the table. I just remembered. Isn't there always at least one item you forget?? OY!)
The table was set with our finest. Our "wedding" china was used with some silk napkins that the hub had picked up in Bangkok from Jim Thompson's. I used Ukrainian tapers I had bought at Surma's years ago (waiting for that right time to use) and the kid put out some small bunny tapers too. This is the cooked holubtsi, kyshka and fresh kobassa. It was delicious. I will definitely order from Polana's again. The skinny kobassa was good too. We nibbled on that all day.

Here's the two mothers at the head of the table. Looks to me they started their prayers early.

Mass was nice. We went to the 5:30 mass which is the normal Teen Mass. It is the first year our church has held it at this time on Easter Sunday. It was not crowded and I just adore our priest (no pinch hitter was brought in). He makes it fun and interesting always. We were finished by 7. Of course, we came home to my carrot cake. Soooo sweet--a little too sweet. Ouch. Good thing we waited a bit after supper.

Now I'm tired. Think I may hit the hay early tonight. The "kids" (in-laws) are still awake. I think I may go to bed before them tonight! Well, it is a school night! Good excuse, eh!

Hope you all had a wonderful Easter also.

Khrystos Voskres (Christ is Risen)

Voistyno Voskres. (Truly He is Risen.)

Happy Easter!

Easter Outfit

Afer reading Ulla's last post, I'm jumping on board her Gypsy Wagon to Merryville! Oh what fun that would be. I have put together this little outfit for the Easter celebration! (Let's just pretend it would look good on me, ok!)

In real life, I have no idea what I'm wearing to church tomorrow. Thank goodness I still have a little tan on my legs from the beach so I don't have to wear hose! I'm not one for dressing up much.

Thanks, Ulla, for the fantasy garb! I could never be this fancy, really.

Preppin'

All of our Ukrainian goodies came in on Friday. The kobassa, kyshka and skinny kobassa are all here! Hurray! It was shipped frozen so I've had it out the last couple of hours thawing. We're going to have an early supper, probably around 2ish and then hit 5:30 Mass tomorrow. This is the first year our church has held 5:30 Mass on Easter Sunday. It's a blessing because they only had two Masses in previous years and we have a huge parish. Of course, they were so crowded, you couldn't even enjoy it. I find it very frustrating to attend Mass and have to watch it on a TV monitor in the hallway crowded with parishioners shoulder to shoulder or getting there so early, you're bored by the time Mass begins. (I'm so bad.) Obviously, I don't get a whole lot out of a Mass of that sort. So, I am so happy that they finally added one. We only have one priest, so I'm wondering if they will "borrow" one from another parish.

I was busy yesterday and Thursday making my krashanky (hard boiled eggs in onion skins) and tried something a little different this year. I used cabbage to dye some eggs light blue and beets to dye them pink. They turned out pretty. I love the natural marbelizing in all of them (although the cabbage ones do look more uniform in color).

We received a pretty little package from Ann, my sister-in-law, the hub's sister. It's a box of chocolates that I will not open until tomorrow. I can't wait. They are so sweet to think of us. They (her and her hub) know how much we all love chocolate!! How sweet. I love all the suspense of everything revolving around Easter. It's nice to wait for the good stuff. It really does make everything taste so much better. Thank you Ann! I'll share photos tomorrow!!

Today I made my carrot cake for Easter dessert. Yumm. And, as I mentioned, yesterday, Grammy showed me how to make the family Paska. Before eating any other food tomorrow, we have a slice of paska with some farmer's cheese and a slice of kryshanka. These are usually blessed. Hmm, I wonder where I put that Holy Water?? I haven't seen it in a while. Oh well. The paska is not a sweet bread. It is usually eaten with butter or farmer's cheese (cream cheese if you can't find farmer's like me).

And so, without further delay, the family's paska right off Ann's blog: (With my pictures from our masterpiece.)

Here's the family Paska recipe. Keep in mind that it creates something closer to a batter than something that resembles dough.

Grammy's Ukrainian Easter Paska

• 1 package yeast, active dry or compressed
• 1/4 cup warm water (lukewarm for compressed yeast)
• 3/4 cup milk, scalded and cooled to lukewarm--add saffron to it
• 3/4 cup unsalted butter
• 1/2 cup sugar
• 4 eggs at room temperature
• 4 cups regular all-purpose flour (sift before measuring)
• 1 tsp salt
• 1 cup golden raisins
• 1 pkg saffron

In a small bowl, dissolve yeast in water, add cooled milk, and stir until blended (if using saffron strands, strain them. If using powdered saffron, you don't have to).

In large bowl of electric mixer, cream butter and sugar until light; add the eggs one at a time, beating after each addition. Add the yeast mixture and beat until well blended. Sift flour again with salt into mixing bowl. Beat at medium to low speed until batter is smooth. Stir in raisins.

Butter a large kugelhopf mold (or a 10-cup mold). Turn the batter into the mold and let rise in a warm place until batter comes to within 1/4 inch of the top of the mold. This could take 2 or 3 hours. Before placing in oven, brush batter with a lightly beaten egg yolk.

If using a kugelhopf mold or another 10-cup mold with a tube center, then bake in a 375 degree oven for 50 to 60 minutes. If you use a 10-cup tubeless mold, bake at 350 degrees. Check at 45 minutes and go from there. Bake until cake tester comes out clean. Let cool in pan; turn out.

We had a lot of fun last night. We stayed up late talking at the kitchen table about Ukrainian foods. I had pulled my Ukrainian cookbooks out to compare notes with some other recipes for paska; and grandpa began telling about how it all brought back memories of when he was growing up. (Note to self: grandpa's name was spelled Prokup.) It's always so fascinating to hear the in-laws' stories of when they were growing up. I find the ethnic traditions of the Ukrainians and the Italians fascinating. On our way to bed, I peeked in the refrigerator (I don't know why) and noticed that we had a lot of skinny kobassa. I mentioned it to Grammy and we got to giggling naming all the things we could cook with skinny kobassa. Our favorite was skinny kobassa quiche (or egg pie as she calls it). For some reason, it cracked us up and we went to bed giggling. We even woke up this morning giggling about it. I think it sounds good. I may end up making that next week if we have as much left over as I think we will! Next weekend is Ukrainian Easter, so we can save some for then. Grammy suggested I try one of the other recipes for paska that calls for kneading for next week's dinner and compare the two breads. I think I may just do that!