
These are three things that have been on my mind this week. First of all,
The Moontstone by Wilkie Collins. I
loved this book. I had borrowed it from Mom months ago and finally sat down to begin it last week. I do love to read, but it's not usually my first choice leisure activity - unless I am into a very captivating and worthwhile book. Needless to say, I finished this one in a week, reading during most all of Julia's naps and other spare time. I laughed out loud (ask Jonny) at the witty writing and was amazed at the character development that can be done through first-hand accounts. Read this! And then call me and we'll talk about how a movie
must be made of it starring Ewan McGregor as Franklin Blake.
And now, Rice Pudding. This may just be my ultimate comfort food. But of all the varieties I have tried, I love my mom's rice pudding with raisins the very best. (Although, the pudding you made with vanilla soy milk, Matt, is a close second! Can I get that recipe?? And I have been to that Pudding on the Rice place in Prov

o. It is fun and yummy, but I am still partial the homemade stuff that is more rice than pudding. See picture.) Maybe it's the nostalgia of it, I don't know. It just makes me feel at home. Anyway, I finally made it myself for the first time this morning. Why did it take me so long to get around to it? Well, I guess I just never had the confidence that I could make it like Mom. I remember in college I asked her for the recipe. "Oh, you just put some milk, an egg or two, sugar, a little cinnamon..." Well,
that didn't help me much! (At least, not for my formerly nervous-cook self. Now I am willing to take more risks and I am getting over the reliance on recipes for everything.) Anyway, I followed mom's "recipe" this morning, adding other ingredients that seemed fitting, and it turned out to be delicious! I can't wait until Julia looks forward to rice pudding just like I did as a kid. (Jonny says she doesn't like raisins. Ha! We will see about that.)
And lastly, Julia's new hat. The pictures speak for themselves. Thanks Matt, Cortnie, and Jack! She is stylin' now. (Oh, and thanks to Great Grandma Rejholec for the pink dress.)


P.S. What
is the matter with Mary Jane? Rice Pudding for dinner again??! Bring it on! (If you aren't sure what I'm referring to, see A.A. Milne's poem "What is the Matter with Mary Jane?)