Real Good Food: Pan Seared Chops

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Pan Seared Pork Chops

 

Yessir!

Can you get with these?

Pan seared pork chops seasoned with oregano, crushed red peppers and salt.

No words spoken!

Just a whole lot of lip smacking and finger licking!

All pretense aside!

At my house, when something tastes good, you’ll know it because we all become completely silent—well, with the exception of the aforementioned lip smacking and finger licking.

So, here’s how it went down:

So that was that!

Oh, by the way, one of my dear followers had the audacity to send Lady G this mess as a submission for “Real Good Food”:

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The culprit’s first name starts with ‘D’ and rhymes with ‘arryl’

Say what??????

But, Lady G shall disregard it!  LOL 😂

Which meal looks better?

You tell me!

Holler at me in comments.

 

Have a fantastic week 🙂

Love and light Lady G 😘💋

 

Real Good Food: Getting By With A Little Help From My Friends

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My Bestie’s Lunch:  Jerk Chicken, black beans, rice and cabbage

 

Lady G ain’t the only one who knows how to throw down in the kitchen.

Today, I decided to share a pic of my girl, Gloria’s, lunch–which was actually leftovers from her Sunday Meal.

No, seriously, all of my closest friends are bigly into cooking real good food.

Don’t get me wrong, it is sometimes necessary to drop express meals via microwave.

However, my friends, who are all working mothers, believe strongly in the importance of cooking ‘from scratch’ as often as possible.

But there’s a trick to making that happen and here it is…

When you come home after a long day, be it from work or play, go straight to the kitchen and get started cooking.  It also helps if you do some advanced prep work like washing and seasoning meats or cutting up vegetables.

Now, after you’ve gotten everything simmering, baking or whatever the case may be, THEN you can go take your shoes off and put on some comfortable clothes.

Of course, you don’t want to leave your food unattended for long or you’ll have bigger fish to fry (pun intended), so you must get back to the kitchen ASAP.  Also make sure that children are always being supervised by an adult in the kitchen.  If I am frying , searing or sautéing something,  I do not leave it unattended.

Anyway, the ‘start cooking first’ trick works for me because I find that if I go straight to my bedroom and get too comfortable I will not feel much like cooking… and, at that point, a real good dinner quickly morphs into pizza, cereal or sandwiches.

NOT GOOD!

And so…

To sum it up, prepare as much as possible in advance and start cooking as soon as you walk in the door.

By the way, If you would like for me to share a picture of one of your real good meals, please shoot me an e-mail at: ladygflow1@gmail.com.

Be sure to put “Real Good Food” in the subject line and if it is real food that looks really good then I’ll highlight it here.  Be sure and add a quick backstory about your selection 🙂

May you all have a blessed week!

Love and light to you!

Lady G 😘💋

 

 

 

Happy Anniversary My Jams!

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Diva of Soul, the official “My Jams” mascot!

 

Message from Lady G

In the event that you were unable to listen to the audio, I’d like to encourage you to please select and share your favorite jam (song) from years 1966, 1976, 1986, and 1996 in the comment section.

Although the “My Jams” series was exclusively focused on Soul and R&B, I urge you to link jams from ANY genre!

***Be aware that certain “My Jams” posts contain adult language and situations.  Also, song dates may vary.  For example, I might have been jamming a song in 1986 that was actually released in 1984.

LOL!  I do that all of the time 🙂

Feel free to use songs from the posts below:

That’s My Jam (Introductory Post )

My Jams ’66-67

My Jams ’76

My Jams ’86

My Jams ’96

Meet me in comments!

Love and light to you all

Lady G 😘💋

For: Gloria, Sandra, Sir R and Lady J for believing that I could do THIS!  YAAASSSS!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Flowering Vine: The Iceman Cometh!

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Mama say, “The Iceman is coming Ronnie”.  I say, “What?” She say, “I was just thinking Ronnie, Daddy’s 107th birthday will be celebrated by those who love and remember him on March 1, 2017. She slick didn’t answer my question.

“You know”, she paused, gazing ceilingward, “Our conversations have stirred the old dusty spirits of long lost memories. These same spirits have crept once again, and stubbornly, from the dusty hallways in my mind. They’ve slithered and slipped from the cracks and crevices to see what is the commotion. ‘What they say Mama!’ I chided her. “’Someone is here!’ they are whispering. ‘Who goes there—yonder—here, the chorus of their cracked voices croak”’. “That’s nice Mama, but what about that ‘Iceman’ what ‘sposed to be coming?” I queried, attempting to rebuke those old spirits that were shuffling—leaping—lunging—lounging, in her mind.

“Except for the few White people who lived in the settlement near Clayton, Alabama where Daddy lived with Grandma Mary, he didn’t know many people nor did he possess a sense of being discriminated against—until he entered school, that is” her voice trailed off. I could almost hear those old restless—ruthless—recalcitrant—refractory memories roiling around her consciousness.  “Um”, I grunted, hoping to shut those ghosts up for a moment, “What about the ‘Iceman’? When he coming” I goaded, I had to see this guy.

She ignored me—again, and continued, “He visited his Father’s plantation, played with his White sisters and brothers, and ate at their table. Daddy once told me that he did not know anyone of his ancestors as Black. There was never a mention of Grandma Mary’s parents. After years of concentrated study of an old photograph of her, I have summarily surmised that at least half of her puzzling parentage was also White” she grew quiet, as if she currently studied—scrutinized—surveyed—sympathized with, that old sepia-colored photograph.

“Immo knock that invisible darn picture right out of her hands”, I thought evilly to myself. I wanted more information on the “Iceman”. Mama continued, “Daddy’s education ended after 3rd grade. I guess he grew weary of having to run like a gazelle as you described in your last post” she laughed to herself, and then continued, “Even though Grandma Mary and Daddy were biracial, her and Leroy lived as Blacks. They made no attempt to ‘pass’ as it was called back then. ‘Passing’ meant that a person, light enough to be unrecognizable as Black, chose to live as a White”. “So,” I chimed in, hoping to break—bust—bash—barge into her reverie long enough get this question answered, “What about the ‘Iceman’?”

Have you ever felt invisible? Mama began her story again, “As he aged, that old foul villain, with the handlebar moustache, top hat, long black cape and white spats on his shoes; who went by the sobriquet, ‘Discrimination’ made his presence known. And from then on, wherever Daddy went, there he stood, cackling a vile laugh and wringing his long, white, bony hands”.  I looked up and Mama was wringing—wrenching–wrestling her hands against one another, as if envisioning this ‘Dick Dastardly’ reject, from ‘Perils of Penelope’. Sensing an opportunity—a break—a lull—a pause—a halt, in her discourse, I pounced! “Who is the ‘Iceman’?”

“For example, there were no hospitals for Black people”, she went on, as if I had again, done a “Sue Richards” impersonation. “The one or two hospitals that would take Black people put them in the basement.  The Black doctor, who had been taking care of them, possibly Dr. McCoo, was not allowed to practice in nor, attend to Blacks in the White hospitals. I am sure there were many other offenses that existed then, and still exist today. My first anamnesis, or as you phrase it Ronnie, “cryptic memory”, of Daddy having a REAL job was with the ice plant in Eufaula. By then he had married my Mom. I think I’ve given you that info”.

“The ‘Iceman’, finally I get to hear this story!” I shouted in my mind so loudly, my ears popped! Mama pause, and paused, and paused. I waited—wanted—wished—wondered, but she was done. “Damn, Damn, Damn!” my inner voice screeched, like an old Screech Owl that had just missed out on a juicy—jumpy—jittery—joyful mouse meal.

THE ICEMAN COMETH!

Real Good Food: BREAKFAST!

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It’s what’s for dinner!

Yep!

Sometimes dinner needs to be super simple.

And there’s nothing more simple than a couple of eggs, slices of bacon and some toast.

Of course, if you live in one of the Southern states like I do then grits are a must.

If you have never heard of grits, all I can tell you is they come from God’s magical corn machine.

Other than that, I got nothing.

Anyway, today, I am featuring a basic, run of the ‘meal’ omelet.

Ok, I’ll be the first to admit that the one I made here  is not really that amazing but BAYBEE there are people who can turn omelets into masterpieces.

I’m serious!

I can’t tell you how many crawfish, cheese and green onion omelets I ate whilst I was in The Big Easy.

There are also some awesome makers of great omelets happening up in St. Louis too!

YAAASSSS!

Sadly, my omelet eating days are pretty much over.

I have found that egg and milk products don’t really like me very much 😦

Lady J, however, has no problem with them so the omelet pictured above was her breakfast.

Now…

Before I go, let me step back to grits.

Grits give me LIFE!

They are a fine canvas for all kinds of merriment!

My granddaddy taught me that!

You see, to him, everything was just a base for his favorite additions like sliced tomatoes and peppers.

But that had more to do with his giving nature than anything else.

Friends, this might not make much sense to you now, don’t worry, Ron or I will elaborate one day on The Flowering Vine.

Until then…

Enjoy watching this omelet mature before your very eyes!

Oh yeah, notice the fact that it looks like a frowning yellow crescent moon!

LOL!!!

I guess I would be frowning too if it were me!

 

Have a blessed day, sweets!

LadyG 😘💋

 

 

Love Is In The Air!!! (The Drops) #RomanticTuesday

Have you ever wanted to hear the voice of your blogging buddies? Well, this post contains a sample of my voice and the voice of my musical twin, T. Wayne.
By the way, thanks to all of those who shared songs with us. One of the bloggers, Darryl Walker, Jr, was so inspired by these posts that he created his own slow jams collection.
You can check it out right here:
https://zoneofnonbeing.wordpress.com/2017/02/13/valentines-day-love-jams/
in the meantime, let me know if you think either T. Wayne or I could make a go at being a Quiet Storm DJ!
Love and light to you all,
Lady G 😘💋

A Joyful Process

If you saw my post from Saturday, I reblogged the original Love Is In The Air!!! post from the Chevvy’s Studio blog. In that reblog, I noted that the songs that were posted there would make a great Quiet Storm mixtape. You could also use the songs posted as an R&B slow-jam Valentine’s Day playlist. Since that time, Lady G from the Seekthebestblog also got in on the act by reblogging the same post. In her introduction, she uses the phrase:

“Ok this one is for the lovers! (**Said in my best DJ voice).”

Well, yours truly got it into his head that maybe someone should actually say something along those lines for the songs that have been played and shared on both posts. This being Valentine’s Day, it’s supposed to be a day for the lovers, right? So I did one, and Lady G did one as…

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Love is in the air!!!

Ok this one is for the lovers! (**Said in my best DJ voice).
If you are a fan of Soul and R&B, then you MUST check out Chevvy’s post!
What started as a friendly invitation turned into an all out battle royale with bloggers going head to head with their favorite soul jams.
It kinda reminded me of Lady G’s “My Jams” series! LOL!
Anyway, the following bloggers, outside of me and Chevvy, were the most vocal:
T.Wayne: A Joyful Process Blog: https://joyfulprocess.blog/2017/02/10/funky-friday-superstition/
Susan Leighton: Woman on the Ledge
https://womanontheledgeblog.wordpress.com/
Please go check out this massive romantic song list! Also, check out T. Wayne and Susan’s blogs 🙂
Hey wait a minute…Lisa A? Where were you girl?
https://lifeofanelpasowoman.com/2017/02/11/saturday-song-2-11-17-loveuary-challenge-cupid/
YAASSSS!
Oh, and don’t forget to check out “My Jams” in the Music category here at seekthebestblog. (Shameless plug!)
RIP: Al Jarreau 🌹

Chevvy's Studio

There is a lot to take in these days that  can send us into bouts of depression,fear or anger. So a chance to escape into the dreaminess of new love or loving the one you’re with is a great place to escape. So be my Valentine and join me in celebrating love by adding your favourite song that you’d like to add to this list and get that love thang going around. I’ve chosen three songs to kickstart the list. First on my list is this sexy man who can be my Valentine anytime y’all . If you  want to get the mood right, listen up to Will Downing.

Then there is this old song which still tugs at my heart and brings back good old lovin’ memories. Listen to those high notes:

And if your spirits want to just run free….

So post your favourite Valentine’s song in the…

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The Flowering Vine: Mother’s Diet, Fashion, and Beauty Tips

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My Daddy and my Grandmother (We all call her Mother)  (1992)

 

Dear Gwin or LadyG or whoever you call yourself when you write,

This is Mother, and I just want to let you know that I’ve been reading those blots that you and Ronnie have and I enjoy them very well.

I’ve also been looking around at other blots and I’ve found people talking about all kinds of things.

So, with that in mind,  I thought I might try writing a blot about how to keep yourself up after you turn 80.

I am hoping that your readers will appreciate this advice as it will stand the test of time.

Now…

Diet:

I keep my meals pretty simple.  You know the doctor said I was borderline diabetic so I have to watch my sugar.  That being the case, I usually eat 2 small cookies with my lunch and my dinner.

Listen now, don’t ever eat sweets between meals ’cause it won’t balance out–your sugar will go too high.  You always need something with it to keep it from shooting up.

Oh and I don’t drink full sugar drinks, I like diet Pepsi with my meals.

 

Fashion:

Always, always, always make sure your pants and skirts have elastic in the waist so you can be comfortable wherever you go.

A good pair of ear-bobs will help you to look nice and neat.

Beauty:

I bathe with Ivory soap and I always put Oil of Olay on my face; it keeps my skin from wrinkling.

If I’m going out, I use some scissors to cut off any stray hairs that crop up on my chin.

Since my hair started turning gray, I’ve been using V05 hair cream to keep it from going yellow.

Gwin, ain’t nothing worse than a head full of gray hair with a yellow cast to it.

Also make sure you use a good sponge roller for your bangs.

Well, that’s it for now.

I hope that some of your readers will find these tips useful.  I’ll go down in the comment section for a little while to answer questions. Tell your readers to begin their comments with “Dear Mother” if they want to talk to me about my blot.

Otherwise, they can talk to you.

Sincerely,

-Mother

 

***Any information contained in this post is for entertainment purposes only.  It is not intended to be used as, usurp or supplement professional medical advice.  Please consult your physician before changing your diet or exercise routine.  

These tips are from a CENTENARIAN…..so there’s that.  By the way, she was 82 years old in the picture above.  Sadly, she passed away a few years ago 🌹

 

 

 

 

 

 

Real Good Food: Greedy Girtie!

 

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Cubed Steak with Gravy, Cornbread Dressing, Collard Greens and Tomatoes

 

You’ll have to blame Mama for the title.

Go on, she won’t mind.

But to be honest, she probably can’t be bothered.

Fact is, she’s chilling out on a distant celestial cloud.

Go ‘head  on Mama!

Anyway…

When I was growing up, Mama gave me several nicknames; each representing a different aspect of my personality.

One of my nicknames was Lady Di.

We’ll have to discuss that later….

Back to my point original.

One of the other names Mama called me was Greedy Girtie!

Why?

Well…if I had to hazard a guess, I’d have to say that it might be because I never really met a good meal that I didn’t like!

Hence, the moniker Greedy Girtie!

But hey, I’m not the only Greedy Girtie or Gus out there am I?

I simply CAN’T be!

I know I’m NOT alone in this!

And so…

Today, I decided to tantalize my fellow greedy foodies by posting a few random pics of all the different dishes that I have enjoyed over the past couple of months.

Of course, I prepared most of these.

One or two of them are from restaurants.

Oh! For my fellow lushes and barflies, I included a couple of cocktail pics  😉

LOL!!!

Enjoy my loves…