Archive for September, 2013

Making memory Chili


Do you remember?  Do you have that one or two special memories that flash back, ( in a good way,) to a day from your youth.  You see, I found that large set of cooking pots, the ones my mom used when we were just little boys.  Just holding those pots took me back, coming in from playing outside in the cold northern Wisconsin winterscape and walking into our kitchen and there it was…  That large metal pot was more than just bare metal, no, no.  This was a pot of memories.  You see, when a young boy as full of rascal and wonder as I was walked into our kitchen, I didn’t mildly speculate about a certain item.  No, no, I was stand on tip toes and peek in curious.  Wonderful aromas of an all afternoon cooking chili made our little tummies yearn for that which would fill along with her homemade bread or rolls. When I held that empty bowl that is what crashed my mind.  That little rascal of a boy in me made a plan.  By that afternoon chili ingredients blended together, making a hot sizzle excite my taste buds and longing for that same filling experience we witnessed as kids.  But I knew that patience in the kitchen brought great rewards so I let it cook… and cook… and cook.  Mmmmm, the entire house seemed to get in on the act.  Flavors lifted through our home, twitching memory after memory as that precious dinner cooked to culinary perfection.  It even spoiled a late afternoon nap that usually found me in my favorite chair along with old faithful dog at my side.  Before the game of the week started I held that precious bowl of sizzling chili, complete with sprinkle of grated cheese, slices of warm buttered bread, and tall glass of cold milk.  I looked at that assembly which made me think how fortunate I was and still am for a God fearing mother who loved us boys, toiled this much for our little tummies, and gave us a rich treasure of memories this good. A second bowl later, with the game going great, ( yeah, come on Packers ), I did think again of those treasures of days gone by but relived by a simple metal pot. 

Making memory Chili


Do you remember?  Do you have that one or two special memories that flash back, ( in a good way,) to a day from your youth.  You see, I found that large set of cooking pots, the ones my mom used when we were just little boys.  Just holding those pots took me back, coming in from playing outside in the cold northern Wisconsin winterscape and walking into our kitchen and there it was…  That large metal pot was more than just bare metal, no, no.  This was a pot of memories.  You see, when a young boy as full of rascal and wonder as I was walked into our kitchen, I didn’t mildly speculate about a certain item.  No, no, I was stand on tip toes and peek in curious.  Wonderful aromas of an all afternoon cooking chili made our little tummies yearn for that which would fill along with her homemade bread or rolls.

When I held that empty bowl that is what crashed my mind.  That little rascal of a boy in me made a plan.  By that afternoon chili ingredients blended together, making a hot sizzle excite my taste buds and longing for that same filling experience we witnessed as kids.  But I knew that patience in the kitchen brought great rewards so I let it cook… and cook… and cook.  Mmmmm, the entire house seemed to get in on the act.  Flavors lifted through our home, twitching memory after memory as that precious dinner cooked to culinary perfection.  It even spoiled a late afternoon nap that usually found me in my favorite chair along with old faithful dog at my side.  Before the game of the week started I held that precious bowl of sizzling chili, complete with sprinkle of grated cheese, slices of warm buttered bread, and tall glass of cold milk.  I looked at that assembly which made me think how fortunate I was and still am for a God fearing mother who loved us boys, toiled this much for our little tummies, and gave us a rich treasure of memories this good.

A second bowl later, with the game going great, ( yeah, come on Packers ), I did think again of those treasures of days gone by but relived by a simple metal pot. 

new press release


ImageThis month Fictionbypalmer published a new eBook series called Chronicles of Orm.  Book One, Legend of Cre – lo -Way is a classic struggle between good and evil with a love story twist.  Legend of Cre – lo -Way is available in eBook form through Amazon Kindle Express.  Here is the cover page which was painted expressly for chronicles of Orm by a resident artist in nw Wisconsin as an original acrylic of canvas.  If you like to boldly march past plain black and white writing, then Chronicles of Orm is for you.  Imagery lets the earth, sea, and sky step in as third or fourth characters in most scenes making dramatic entrance possible to keep those pages turning.  Try chronicles of Orm today and stand by for book two, Of Birth and Rejection is on the way…  Terry Palmer