
2 cans of Cannellini beans (or use white Northern Beans)

My dishes but not my dining room unfortunately ~ perhaps the perfect Italian dining room to enjoy a meal on a grey Winter's day.


My dishes but not my dining room unfortunately ~ perhaps the perfect Italian dining room to enjoy a meal on a grey Winter's day.
Books in Winter ~ Jessie Willcox Smith.

I was recently asked about my green Torquay patterned transferware below. This is a reproduction of an 1820 English pattern on earthenware, trimmed with matte gold. Made in England and available at retail, it's expensive, so I have just a few pieces that have been gifts from my husband. Why do I love this pattern? Torquay is my home town in England. The pattern depicts seashells and seaweeds found along the South Devon coast where I was born. I spent much of my childhood on the beaches hunting for shells and swimming through tangles of seaweeds.
You can't even see it, but this was the five minute snow flurry one morning last week! I rushed to the front porch, the tiny flakes whirled in the wind and then were gone ~ was it really a dream, a wish.......no, it snowed just long enough to taunt and tease here in the South.
~~The clock ticks, the message is clear~~
To all friends on the West Coast, our thoughts are with you during the terrible storms ~ we pray you and your loved ones are safe, and that you will soon have power restored to your homes. This also goes to friends in SE Australia where there is major flooding at this time ~ and to parts of England and other European countries where the Winter weather is severe.
I decided to look around to see what else I may have forgotten, and of course found these - the last lonely Belgian chocolates languishing in my carnival glass sweet dish. When nobody was looking, I quietly opened the small one and enjoyed - that huge one is still waiting to be picked but I promise it won't be by me!
On the other hand, don't they say a piece of dark chocolate each day is a health benefit?
Oh sweet sleeping putti, I cannot bring myself to pack you away, especially as your bird friend is still resting on your hip. I did remove your Christmas finery and am allowing you to snooze a bit longer in the dining room. Perhaps you can stay here until Spring when I'll move you to the front porch - maybe you'll awaken as the trees turn green again - just a few more months.
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