"So" . . . some of you have asked. . .
"how did this happen?"
You wonder. . ."did you call for an interview?"
Well. . this is how it happened. . .Tuesday afternoon when I got home from my shopping trip with girlfriends, there was an email in my box waiting to be opened from a reporter asking if I would be available to be interviewed the next morning.
The week previous. . .the reporter had emailed me to see if an article about MGCC was at all something I would be interested in interviewing for. I had of course thought that would be fun. She said she'd get back to me after clearing it with her editor. I expected it could be days. ..weeks. . months. . or . .maybe never.
Wednesday morning at ten AM . ..the phone interview began.
With one hand I held the land line and with the other phone I held my cell phone hoping that my beloved would realize that help was needed in the bungalow and come rescue grandgirlie from my sudden lack of my attention to her sticker book.
The interview was a delightful conversation about the blog. . .
about the girlfriends that share it with me . .
and the Paska recipe that gave me the idea in the first place.
Soon after the interview was complete. . .
the call came to ask if a photographer might be able to pop in. . .
to take a picture or two.
Clearly ...she could not see me over the phone or she would have seen this "grammie" without makeup, wearing sweats and in need of a fresh shampoo.
"sure". . .I said. . phone in one hand. . .while balancing the blender out of the closet in the other hand.
I told grandgirlie that she was in charge of stirring the green pea soup on the stove for lunch while I pulled out the lemons and oranges for the paska.
She ran the blender. . . while I chopped the citrus. .
She added flour. . .while I cracked the eggs.
Together we got the paska on to rise and served the menfolk their lunch.
As soon as lunch was served . . .
I dismissed my wee sous chef for the day and I began to scrub and shine and bake.
The photographer came. . . .and I watched in fascination as the he took pictures of the Paska . . .properly.
I mentioned that I usually cook and snap and serve all within the same breath.
He told me stories of his food photography opportunities.
So that was then and this is today and . . .
now I feel a little like I'm standing here on my wee podium wanting to say thanks to those that made this day possible.
First of all. . .
to my brothers who ate my cream puffs and hard cookies when I was but a wee lass .. .
and through their constructive criticism made me press on to the goal. .
I say. . well done boys.
To my Mom. . .who gave me free reign in her kitchen from my earliest recollections. .
with never a tsk nor a sigh .. .
allowed me to hold that spoon in my hand. .
standing on a stool.
I thought of you so often yesterday mom. . .I love how you raised me.
To my beloved who told me to stay home as a young bride and raise little boys. . .
I say. . I'd do it over again in a heartbeat.
To the girls that are equal partners with me in this blog. . .
you share your treasured family recipes. . .
you take pictures that make our mouth water . . .
you strive for excellence . . .
you encourage me more than you will ever know . .
and. . .
you are women who model grace and show me everyday what it is to have a sister.
This blog reflects who you are and what it means to be a part of a team.
I could never do this without you .
Thank you for dreaming with me.
Thank you for being patient when I send you yet another new instruction.
Thank you for having a heart to serve others.
Together. . .
we will press on.
We will continue to be servants of Jesus . .
and we will . . .
feed his lambs.