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Rosemary Parmesan Cheese Straws

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Rosemary Parmesan Cheese Straws

Ingredients:

Pepperidge Farm Puff Pastry Sheets

1 Large Egg

1 Tablespoon Milk

1/2 Teaspoon Dry Mustard

1/8 Teaspoon Garlic Powder

1/8 Teaspoon Black Pepper

1/2 Cup Grated Fresh Parmesan Cheese

4 Teaspoons Chopped Fresh Rosemary

 

Directions:

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.  Line baking sheet with parchment paper.  Dust a large cutting board with flour and unroll one puff pastry and lightly dust top of  pasty with flour.    Whisk together all ingredients except cheese and rosemary.   Brush wet ingredients on top of puff pastry.   Sprinkle half of the cheese all over top followed by rosemary.  Cut in 12 strips and place on parchment.  Bake for ten minutes and then turn over and back three more minutes to brown.   Enjoy!

 

What Happens On The Porch Stays On The Porch

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Just the word “porch”  has a warm inviting tone and was derived from the latin word portico.  The Romans designed an extension of the main structure of their buildings to create covered areas leading into  courtyards.  There the elite and upper class of their time would gather to dine or hold private political discussions.   When traveling abroad you won’t hear the word porch, but words like loggia, veranda or the same latin portico.  But here in The South, porch means so much more.   To find out more please join Jennifer Hermann and me for food, fun and design tips just about the ever gracious southern porch.

 

Hermann Furniture Presents:

 

“What Happens On The Porch

Stays On The Porch”

April 23rd, 2014

12 to 1

Box Lunch Provided By:

Funky Art Cafe

Cost of $10

Reservations Required

For Information Call:  (979)-836-7231

 

 

Antiques at Hermann’s Antique Mall – Brenham, Texas

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Here is what is new in my booth at Hermann’s Antique Mall:

Chalk Paint Duncan Phyfe Double Drop Leaf Pedestal Table and Four Tulip Back Chairs with Needlepoint Seats – Located in the front window in a friend’s space…

The Irish Lady Chalk Paint Furniture

 

Duncan Phyfe China Cabinet done in Chalk Paint and Gold Leaf – Located in front window in a friend’s space…

The Irish Lady Chalk Paint Furniture

A Pair of  Porch Ready Rocking Chairs, Chalk Paint Mantel,  Chalk Paint Mirror – Located in the Back of Hermann’s Antique Mall  in The Irish Lady Booth…

The Irish Lady at Hermann’s Antique Mall

Antique Rocker with Fresh New Animal Print Upholstery, Blue Chalk Paint Desk, Some Unique Accessories – Located in the Back of Hermann’s Antique Mall in The Irish Lady Booth…

The Irish Lady Antique Rocker – Animal Print, Chalk Paint Desk

All waiting for a new home.

Shutterfly and Tiny Prints

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Just a quick shout out to Shutterfly and tiny prints.   I like their photo books and gift tags for Valentine’s, St. Patrick’s and Easter.   The design layout makes the personalization easy to do.    Now I need to figure out the gifts they are going on, but at least it is a start.  Here is a link:  http://www.shutterfly.com/?cid=CB-TP-headersfly

 

 

Denise Ann Lewandowski Turner (1966-2013)

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Each child of God, and we are all His children, has a story and part of my own story was intermingled with my childhood friend Denise Ann.  We played together, laughed together and fought like siblings.   Mostly, she shared her parents with me, without jealousy,  and in the deepest sense of  love.  She joined our Lord and Savior this December.   I’ve been thinking of some of the times we shared as children and wanted to share a few.

Summers in Junction

Before Fredericksburg was anything and a family with a motor home was a big deal,  we would head out for the deer lease in the Winnebago loaded with good eats, some adults and a bunch of kids.   As we rolled along the highway, we played dominoes, black jack and pitch with nickels and dimes.   Denise’s brother would aggravate us and we would antagonize him by ganging up to tattle or trick him into losing in a card game.   We were about seven or eight, but Denise seemed so much more mature than me and took on the role of big sister.

There was a natural spring on the land in Junction that bubbled into a cool pool for swimming.   The water was clear and soothing and out in the middle was an ancient boulder where the water was so deep the bottom was no where to be seen.  Somehow we made it over and stood like Jane of the jungle on the top of the rock.   I would never jump off  into the wild blue yonder on my own and had no plans of doing so that day.  Denise thought otherwise.   She pushed me off and I swam for dear life to get to the shallow part.   I was furious as she laughed when I asked her what she would have done if I had drowned.  Quite calmly,  and completely in charge,  she replied in her matter of  fact tone, ” I would have saved you.”  So she would have and did many times after.  I became a strong swimmer that summer.   We had many summers in water there, on the Brazos, at the SPJST pool and other places I can’t recall the names of and we always stuck together.  I hope Denise swims in a pool of crisp cool water again with the heavens beaming around her.

Chappell Hill

From the dune buggy, tractor, four wheeler and her first pick up, we ran the pasture and the river fearlessly.  It was a child’s paradise on the weekend and holidays and I loved being included on those trips.   We attended our first dance at Silver Wings with her older cousins and aunts.   We hounded  the sand barges of the Brazos with her cousins and uncles.   There were picnics, card games, church bazaars, fishing and cooking, family and friends who popped in to visit at the house on the hill.  It was the best of times with sweet memories ingrained in me of simpler days.

Denise’s Polish grandma, called Busia and pronounced Busha,  had tiny chickens with tiny eggs that we collected.  Busia’s house was down the hill from the weekend house and we visited every time to collect those eggs and see what was cooking in her kitchen.   She was my first memory of a real grandma and I loved her country house especially the kitchen where she rolled out and cut wide egg noodles on her table.  I can still see her in my mind with her rolling-pin stooped over the table.   The kitchen smelled amazing and the soup that she served with those egg noodles compare to nothing I have had since.   Busia made more than just good food.  She crocheted adorable poodles around Ivory soap for Denise and then me.   The last time we were there, we hung  freshly starched curtains in that kitchen.   I hope Denise is in her grandma’s heavenly kitchen enjoying those egg noodles looking out the window at emerald green pastures.

Daddy

Only a daddy’s girl could talk her father into buying a white horse with blue eyes.   Denise did just that and that crazy white horse was named “Spook”.   We rode him in a fenced pasture and her daddy never let us out of  his sight.   Then there was the sparkly red bass boat named, “My Dee Dee”, Denise’s nickname from her daddy.   We spent summers on Houston County Lake while he drove “My Dee Dee”,  circling and circling so that everyone could have a turn at trying to ski.  We night fished for crappie on Somerville and he never complained about prissy little girls being in the way.   He kept all the gadgets and motors running on the various mechanical toys.  He watched over us when things were a little dangerous never mentioning it to a doting mom.  He gave us our freedom and taught us how to read the directions before assembly.  One simple rule that could be applied to most things in life.   Denise had his common sense and mechanical ability.   Both would come in handy when we got into trouble or helped someone else out of a jam like the times she would tell me to get out and lock the hub so we could use her four-wheel drive pick up to pull someone out of a ditch.   Denise  was a daddy’s girl.   Only a little girl, confident in her daddy’s love, could share him with me on my wedding day when he walked me down the aisle and gave me away. I hope Denise is in the presence of God knowing the same,  yet greater love, of her Heavenly Father.

Momma

Waking up to a warm wash cloth was such a loving and novel thing to me when I was with Denise.   Her momma did that everyday of Denise’s childhood with love and tenderness to wake her children and I was privileged to be included.   She chaperoned, baked, cleaned, washed, ironed, decorated, volunteered,  chauffeured, waited up nights and prayed.   There was always a carload of extra kids to take to school and snacks for too many after school.    She is my best memory of a mom and I would pull those memories from childhood many times when I was able to stay at home with my children.    Denise never minded sharing her mother or it never showed.   Her momma could love more than just her own,  and Denise loved others in the same way, pulling friends into her inner circle even just for a meal when they most needed a mother’s love.   Both mother and daughter took the simple art of homemaking and cooking and provided a ministry of comfort and fellowship to others.   Over the years, there have been wedding cakes, cookies, roasts, barbeques, salsa and the most amazing homegrown pickles.    I hope Denise is cooking a feast in Heaven for all of her loved ones already  there and she can hear all of her momma’s  prayers while she works.

Our Hope

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16

To believe in everlasting life is  to worship God Himself.  It is the promise to be reunited with our loved ones.  It is part of our faith, written in His Word, and the longing of believers to be in Heaven.   Those of us left behind must remain here holding on to this promise ourselves, working out our faith, and finishing a good race and overcoming this world to enter into His presence.  This is a free gift offered to us through Jesus Christ with no string, no requirement other than to believe.    Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me. John 14:6.   I know Denise knows Jesus who is Our Hope.

The Thanksgiving Sandwich

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Time is at an accelerated and ever rapidly increasing pace for me these days.   I looked up and realized that Thanksgiving was upon me and many things needed to be done to make the holiday a festive and food filled extravaganza for family and friends to enjoy.    After the death of my mother and sister,  holidays have been bitter sweet as I struggle to regain and establish traditions without them and to carry on  a few passed down from my mother.   Having said that,   I was thinking of how much my mother loved Thanksgiving sandwiches with mayonnaise, sweet pickles and crispy potato chips.   I made her dressing again this year and my sons say it tastes just like their grandmother’s dressing – my mother’s.   Another memory came to mind about my sister who hosted Thanksgiving one year and made dressing from a box.  My brothers promptly rejected the box stuff and we still laugh about it  today.   

The night before this Thanksgiving,  my guys  stood in the kitchen laughing, eating and making tiny pecan pies for the next day’s feast.   We thought about running to the store to buy a newspaper for the sales that would commence promptly after our over indulgence in the food we would consume the next day.  On second thought we decided to just stay home and forego the sales this year.     We lamented over how our day to be thankful is sandwiched between an over celebrated Halloween and an over spent  Christmas with both beginning earlier and earlier every year.   Thanksgiving gets sandwiched between the two and the real meaning gets lost in the preparation of  food and the sales.  We all sat down and discussed what we are thankful for and I wanted to share a few with you.

What we are grateful for…

From the Aggie:  A home cooked meal, being home, family and food from home (that’s a repeat)

From the Senior:  Family, good teachers

From Himself:  Being together, our home, a job

From Me:  My family believing in God, each person having a relationship with Him

This Thanksgiving I am lingering over the sandwich that signifies the last of the turkey so that I can remember that the day was meant to be for thankfulness.   I am holding on to gratitude, but not for things that will pass away.  I am thankful for the things that will remain and the hope of eternity.

Therefore let us be grateful for receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, and thus let us offer to God acceptable worship, with reverence and awe…Hebrews 12:28

Fall Vignettes

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October has come and is quickly passing to November.  Before we leave the abundance of fall I thought you might like a few fall decorating ideas from some of the fall vignettes I have in my own home.

In the back entry near the laundry/mud room and powder room…

The Irish Lady

On top of the fridge in the kitchen…

The Irish Lady

Colorful fall on the back porch…

The Irish Lady

Pumpkins in drawers near the arch between great room and living room…

The Irish Lady

Front entry hall…

The Irish Lady

Coffee table in great room…

The Irish Lady

Something simple at the fireplace…

The Irish Lady

Giant pumpkins on the front porch…

The Irish Lady

May you all have a peaceful and insightful autumn.   Thank you for allowing me to share these vignettes with you.

Imagine Someone Telling You How To Run Your Business

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Hobby Lobby Founder-May Close ALL Stores

The wisdom that comes from above is, first, pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruit…s, without uncertainty or insincerity. James 3:17

By David Green, the founder and CEO of Hobby Lobby Stores, Inc.

When my family and I started our company 40 years ago, we were working out of a garage on a $600 bank loan, assembling miniature picture frames.  Our first retail store wasn’t much bigger than most people’s living rooms, but we had faith that we would succeed if we lived and worked according to God’s word.

From there, Hobby Lobby has become one of the nation’s largest arts and crafts retailers, with more than 500 locations in 41 states.   Our children grew up into fine business leaders, and today we run Hobby Lobby together, as a family.

We’re Christians, and we run our business on Christian principles. I’ve always said that the first two goals of our business are:
(1) to run our business in harmony with God’s laws, and
(2) to focus on people more than money.   And that’s what we’ve tried to do.
We close early so our employees can see their families at night.  We keep our stores closed on Sundays, one of the week’s biggest shopping days, so that our workers and their families can enjoy a day of rest.

We believe that it is by God’s grace that Hobby Lobby has endured, and He has blessed us and our employees.   We’ve not only added jobs in a weak economy, we’ve raised wages for the past four years in a row.  Our full-time employees start at 80% above minimum wage.

But now, our government threatens to change all of that.

A new government healthcare mandate says that our family business  MUST provide what I believe are abortion-causing drugs as part of our health insurance.   Being Christians, we don’t pay for drugs that might cause abortions, which means that we don’t cover emergency contraception, the morning-after pill or the week-after pill.  We believe doing so might end a life after the moment of conception, something that is contrary to our most important beliefs.  It goes against the Biblical principles on which we have run this company since day one. 

If we refuse to comply, we could face $1.3 million PER DAY in government fines.
Our government threatens to fine job creators in a bad economy.  Our govern-ment threatens to fine a company that’s raised wages four years running.  Our
government threatens to fine a family for running its business according to its beliefs.  It’s not right.  I know people will say we ought to follow the rules; that it’s the same for everybody. But that’s not true.
The government has exempted thousands of companies from this mandate, for reasons of convenience or cost.  But it won’t exempt them for reasons of religious belief.

So, Hobby Lobby and my family are forced to make a choice.  With great reluctance, we filed a lawsuit today, represented by the Becket Fund for Religious Liberty, asking a federal court to stop this mandate before it hurts our business. We don’t like to go running into court, but we no longer have a choice.  We believe people are more important than the bottom line and that honoring God is more important than turning a profit.

My family has lived the American dream.  We want to continue growing our company and providing great jobs for thousands of employees, but the government is going to make that much more difficult.  The government is forcing us to choose between following our faith and following the law.  I say that’s a choice no American and no American business should have to make.

The government cannot force you to follow laws that go against your fundamental religious belief.  They have exempted thousands of companies but will not except Christian organizations including the Catholic church.Since you will not see this in the liberal media, please pass this on to all your contacts.
Sincerely,
David Green
CEO and
Founder of Hobby Lobby Stores, Inc.

 

The Porcelain and Claw Foot Tub Man

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Once upon a time there was a client who had dreams of an antique tub.  Yes, you read that correctly a “tub”, but not just any ordinary tub.   It was a pedestal or claw foot tub.   

The dream was planted in my ear and the search began.    Eventually, this journey came full circle back to my very own hometown where I found “The Tub Man.”

The Tub Man

He finds old tubs that have seen better days, puts them back together again,  repairs the porcelain and bakes on the enamel in a very hot chamber.  It all happens on his farm where he works long hours creating works of beauty in custom colors or in just plain white.

After some sand blasting, painting, baking and magic touches, The Tub Man turns out a splendid product ready for a soaking hot bath.

Finished Tub

The rare pedestal tubs are a specialty and he grabs them whenever he finds one.   As quickly as one is found discerning buyer’s scoop them up.

Pedestal Tub

There were telephone faucets to be found and exposed drains to learn about.   At the end of the day, my client found her dream.   The tub was  installed and everyone lived happily ever after.

For more information on claw foot tubs or pedestal tubs that have been saved and restored to their former glory contact me at: theirishladyherself@gmail.com.

The Irish Lady At Hermann’s Antique Mall

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If you happen upon Hermann Furniture in downtown Brenham take a sharp right as you enter the door, keep walking to the furthest room past the “Antiques” sign into the second room, take a left, pass the staircase and the inner chamber to the old meat market and you will find my space dead center and in the space adjacent.  You can find me by asking for Booth #195 or The Irish Lady.   Here is what the booth space looks like today.   A friend found this spectacular mantle in a junk pile.   I chalk painted it and stacked a few open frames on top.   It’s priced at $495.    Sitting in front of the mantle is a pedestal leg, double drop leaf Duncan Phyfe Table with four matching Duncan Phyfe Tulip Back Chairs.   There are a few pumpkins, including some hand made goat’s milk soaps and stuffed miniatures.

Fireplace Mantle, Open Frames, Duncan Phyfe

Hand Made Goat’s Milk Soap in Pumpkin Shapes,  wrapped for gift giving,  Hand Dyed Cheese Cloth for Table Scapes, as a runner or table cloth,  or Gift Wrap!

Hand Made Goat’s Milk Soap, Hand Dyed Cheese Cloth

Cute Chalk Board Photo Frame that says, “Yes, I can drive a stick!”   A good supply of battery operated Flickering Candlesticks ready for your candle holders at home or take a look for a few of those in the booth.

Yes, I CAN Drive a Stick!

Stop on by for old and new at Hermann’s in Downtown Brenham.  Store hours are 9 to 5:30 Weekdays, 9 to 5 Saturday and 1 to 4 on Sunday.  Call for directions at 979-836-7231.