My breakfast this morning was 5*****, slowly savoring my ‘favoritest’ pie . . . Strawberry-Rhubarb !!! Loving prepared by my 5***** ‘chefette’ whom I married a decade ago, I never regret pulling-the-plug on my long-term relationship with Marie Callender and her 1* microwave cuisine😊
However, leaving Marie has not been without consequences . . . comfortably being able to pull up my 34” blue jeans without resembling applying a tourniquet is now a looming threat. However, it’s been worth every waist-expanding calorie and extra ½ hour added my daily routine of going nowhere on my Nordic-Trac😊
Anyhoo . . . mid-bite I noticed something on the fine breakfast paper china that enhanced the contented smile my dancing taste buds had already stretched across my ole, wrinkled mug . . . sometimes it only takes little crumb that make a big flake happy 😊
Kinda’ hoping Strawberry-Rhubarb Pie is on the menu in Heaven.
Happiness is zero degrees and a pair of skis . . . gliding over a wilderness lake, snow whispering beneath, winter’s sun above sinking behind distant mountain monarchs . . . Life is Good! . . . wish you could have joined me.
“He gives snow like wool; He scatter the frost like ashes.” – Psalm147:16