I’m a big fan of breaking some rules. Like knocking on your neighbor’s door late at night with a warm loaf of zucchini bread in one hand, and a pair of scissors in the other.
It’s not something a normal person does, making your neighbor come to the door in jammies and slippers after 8 pm.
But when I see their eyes staring into my hands, wide and curious, catching the aroma of the warm gift – then everything seems okay.
Here’s a loaf of warm zucchini bread, I say.
Oh, and do you mind if I snip a few of your camellia buds while I’m here?
The door closes. I feel a sense of relief. They liked my warm bread. YAY!
And I get some fresh flowers for my house.
The camellia bush at their front door is more than stunning. It’s gigantic and awesome!
I snip a few blossoms and place in a basket. And then I run home. I feel like a happy young girl.
Home to put the buds in a low-line vase and to enjoy throughout my home.
And to enjoy in my office space.
Beautiful blossoms are here one day and then gone the next. So I figure, it doesn’t hurt to ask!?
It’s a win win. Hospitality and happiness.
It’s the hospitality of sharing a warm loaf of zucchini bread in exchange for a little bit of happiness.
By the way, I recently found this recipe that my Mom typed up years ago.
I love her handwritten notes.
There’s still a little pang in my heart when I see Mom’s handwriting, because it makes me miss her to this day!
I love how she wrote who it’s from (my sister, Di) and then … Excellent!
Oops, Mom, you mis-spelled “raisens” ha-ha.
Here’s a picture of my lovely mother and sister, Di, perfect for the week of Mother’s Day!
Do you have an heirloom recipe that you’ve pulled out of the archives this week to enjoy for Mother’s Day?