Mythical is the one word prompt for today.
Simple Definition of mythical
: based on or described in a myth
: existing only in the imagination
Is it only in my imagination that I sense you are looking down on me? I swear I sometimes feel your arms around me. One day when I was so down in the dumps, I think you were here.
Wasn’t it you that made the curtains blow while the window was shut? Wasn’t it you that I heard gently laugh at something funny I was watching on television? You remember that time when I passed the candy aisle and I felt a tug or something , pulling me towards the candy you loved best?
I know you are always on my mind, and I believe that you are always watching out for me. Know one ever sees you; but I feel your presence.
The mind is mythical
A game in itself
A hope of something happening
Never sleeping on a shelf.
The word for this prompt is tart.
I am now sixty-five and I sit here in my rocker watching the kiddies play at the playground from my window. Oh, the memories come washing over me of years gone by. What I wouldn’t give to get up and turn those hands on the clock backwards.
Those were the days, you know. The good days when I used to think it was helter skelter in my household. The kids were excited because Christmas was coming. There wasn’t a quiet place to sneak off to, because they were out of school for Christmas break.
I used to have this routine when they were in school. I would get them on the bus and start a load or two of laundry. By then I would sit down with a cup of coffee and watch my favorite television program. I would continue on with some sweeping and dusting and if I had any errands to run, do that, and then start supper preparations which might include making some bread or baking a cake.
When those kids are home on vacations, life isn’t like that at all. There is a lot of noise and toys everywhere. Kids coming and spending the nights. I used to not be able to wait for them to go back to school.
As it got closer to Christmas, I got more stressed. Last minute gifts to buy. Too many gifts to wrap. Taking the kids to see Santa. Cookies and candies to make. Just thinking back to those days can make an old woman tired, but for some reason, this year it makes me sad.
Maybe it is because I am getting older. No one around anymore. The holidays are quiet now, except for the time spent with my wonderful children. Seeing them and their young ones, surely puts a smile on my face today.
I can feel my stomach rumble, so I think I will get up and slice me a piece of that Strawberry Lemon Curd Tart. You know, there will always be memories of this tart. My mama used to make it every Christmas, bless her heart. I know she was busy, maybe busier than even I used to be at the holidays. You realize, we had it much easier than their generation.
Sitting back in my rocker, I take my first bite and tears run down my cheeks, remembering what once was. Now, I appreciate that helter skelter life. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I would give my right arm to see mama bringing that special dessert to the candle lit table and listening to all the ooos and awwws as she placed it center down.
My children decided to have a delayed Christmas this year, but I couldn’t break the routine of having a slice of this wonderful dessert on Christmas Day. I love you mama and papa. Enjoy your trip my children. Have a Merry Christmas to all of you out there this year.
Strawberry Lemon Curd Tart Recipe
- 2 large eggs
- 1/2 cup sugar
- 3 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
- 1/4 cup (1/2 stick) unsalted butter
- 1 1/2 teaspoons grated lemon peel
- 1 1/2 cups all purpose flour
- 3 tablespoons sugar
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 cup (1 stick) chilled unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
- 2 tablespoons (or more) chilled whipping cream
- 1 large egg yolk
- 1 1/2 quarts fresh strawberries, stem end of each cut flat
- 1/2 cup strawberry jam
- For curd:
- Whisk eggs, sugar, and lemon juice in heavy small saucepan to blend. Add butter and lemon peel. Stir over medium heat until curd thickens to pudding consistency, about 8 minutes. Transfer to small bowl. Press plastic wrap onto surface of curd and chill at least 2 hours.
- For crust:
- Combine flour, sugar, and salt in processor; blend 5 seconds. Add butter; using on/off turns, blend until mixture resembles coarse meal. Add 2 tablespoons cream and yolk. Blend until moist clumps form, adding more cream by teaspoonfuls if dough is dry. Gather dough into ball; flatten into disk. Wrap and chill 1 hour. (Curd and dough can be made 2 days ahead. Keep chilled.)
- Roll out dough on lightly floured surface to 13-inch round. Transfer dough to 9-inch-diameter tart pan with removable bottom. Trim overhang to 1/2 inch. Fold overhang in and press firmly, forming double-thick sides. Pierce crust all over with fork; refrigerate 1 hour. Preheat oven to 400°F. Bake crust until golden, pressing with back of fork if crust bubbles, about 20 minutes. Cool crust completely on rack.
- Spread curd in crust. Stand berries in curd. Strain jam into saucepan; warm briefly to thin. Brush jam over berries. Chill tart until glaze sets, at least 1 hour and up to 6 hours. Release tart from pan.
My brother has been gone for over two years. In fact, it will be three years next March. Still seems like yesterday, at times. I have shared plants and flowers that were at his funeral. I now have one.
This Lily has really fought hard to die this entire year. After giving it a new place to sit and the perfect soil conditions, I sometimes think it is trying to tell me, I am tired, I want to die. Just remember what joy I have given you thus far.
Well it is for that reason alone, I fight back. Once again, I will win, even if for a short season. You see, I am like so many others who have lost loved ones. Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming and the dreadful thoughts of my brother not being here weigh heavy on my heart.
So I believe with all my heart, Alvin lets me know he is happy and thinking about me too. I receive his gift of one bloom on his plant. It is the same time each year. Thank-you brother. I love you too.
The week before Thanksgiving
Our turkey; fat and bought
Our money now slim pickings
A cold, I have caught.
Bunny balls removed under bed
Windows sparkling and clean
New bedsheets washed and dried
Guest bedroom ready for a queen.
Silverware is polished
Good china setting out
Dinner candles are burning
Guests roaming about.
Family and friends
Hold hands, bowed in place
Soft words are spoken
We each speak and give grace.
Compliments are flying
Plates filled to the rim
Catching up on the gossip
Sharing memories of when.
The day went to quick
All are snuggled in bed
My mind starts to swirl
As I think of Christmas ahead.
The word for this prompt is OR
IN my younger days, I wanted to be liked by all. The best mom, cook and housekeeper any husband would be proud of .
Today, I am no longer married. I learned many lessons during those days.
One important thing I learned, that I felt was important to never repeat in a relationship was; don’t give in and spoil or try to keep your partner so much that you lose all respect for yourself and the respect of your partner .
Although I had the best intentions I created a person who got used to my ways and instead of being appreciative, he became demanding, rude and a totally different personality.
I learned to late. I can’t say that happens to each couple, but for me, it didn’t work .