Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Helping Hands

After getting home from the cemetery, Kevin and Suzanna began preparing the supper they had planned out before getting to Dad's. Each week, Kevin and one of the girls work on the meal to fit into the category of Scandinavian Saturday. Read below the excerpt from Kevin's blog....
this is what they created for all of us to enjoy!
***Suzanna and I made supper for Scandinavian Saturday! It was interesting to do so in somebody else's kitchen, but Beverly told me where to find things, and it all turned out well. Appetizer: shrimp and crab salad -- rye/caraway crackers and garden herb crackers -- dill pickles; Main Course: Swedish meatballs in gravy -- steamed baby potatoes in butter and fresh dill -- creamed peas with fried onions and bacon; Dessert: angel food cake -- homemade whipped cream -- homemade fruit sauce of strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, and blueberries simmered in the juice of a lemon with sugar and cardommom added.

Kevin and Suzanna preparing our meal.

So while they were working on supper, the other girls were practicing their piano lessons and I was trying to help Beverly out with a little cleaning.

Abigail practicing her lessons

Beverly received flowers from Kevin's family for a late Mother's Day gift...she loves purple!

Dad received this bird feeder as an early Father's Day gift from Kevin's family.
After we were done eating, the girls wanted to walk up the road to my Uncle Shine's house. It's only 1/2 a mile and it was very nice outside! After cleaning up the kitchen and putting away the food, Kevin, Susan and I decided to do the same thing. We walked up the road as well with Bandy in tow. We saw Shine's wife Janet but Shine himself was working. It was good to walk after eating so much food! Dee-liscious!
Later, we ate yet again! Beverly made some Schwan's Smores'. The eating never stops!

1 comment:

Kevin Moberg said...

If you check my own post about Memorial Day weekend, you'll see that I've linked back to your posts about the weekend! You've got more photos than I do . . .