Saturday, January 27, 2018


OK.  So that title just pulls you in don't it? 
Gives you goose flesh.
Sends a spark up your spine.
Makes your toes tingle.
Just up and scream Eureka! 

But here to say and highly recommend 
a new product from Yoplait.
Yes, a new yogurt. 
Not Greek.
Not Scandinavian.
But Oui....
Oh. Mon. Dieu.

Yes - a new yogurt and it is 

Found by my friend Milet
(just the cutest little woman at my office)
at, dare I say, Walmart?
Since I don't shop there as they have destroyed
small town America (don't get me started)
I thought I would give

(pronounced Tarshay).
And Oui, they had Oui!

I bought all but one flavor, coconut.
Me no likey coconut unless wrapped in chocolate.

They come in the cute little French yogurt pots.
Yes, French yogurt is sold in glass darn smart.
Glass preserves the integrity of the yogurt. 
Ha! Gocha there.  You didn't know yogurt had integrity, did ya.
Peel off that little aluminum lid and this good tiding was on the inside. 
Ah oui, I will take you up on it and buy myself some 🌻 flowers 🌻.

A little stir in the pot, lift the spoon to my lips and
This is more of a dessert than a quick little 
gotta eat my daily yogurt for all that good bacteria stuff.
It is rich. Creamy.  Not too sweet. 
The balance of the fruit and the yogurt is just right.
Here is the list of ingredients on my little pot of strawberry
Pasteurized Grade A Milk  🐮
Cane Sugar  
Strawberries  🍓
Carrot Juice (for color)  🥕
Natural Flavor
Yogurt Cultures
All of which are non-GMO.   

Once eaten, you can recycle the glass pots or
you can reuse them for 
votives  🕯 
salt/pepper cellars
toothpick holders
or little places to hold those 🌻 flowers 🌻 that you buy.

So mes amis,
hurry on over to your Tarshay and grab every little jar on the shelf.
Alexa play La Vis en Rose
Je reve de France.

Now if only that were the view from Moonlight Lane.....


Monday, January 15, 2018

Movie Review

After the inspirations seen and heard 
at the Golden Globe Award Ceremony 
last Sunday evening...
Seth Meyers as host and his 
thoughtful and funny guidance
through the ceremony while leading that elephant around.
Nicole Kidman,
"When my cheek is against yours, everything melts away."
Gasps in the room as even jaded Hollywood recognizes 
that dreamy love we all dream of.
Pomp and Circumstance.
The black gowns.
The black tuxedos.
The tension.
The sighs of relief.
And then...
there was Oprah.

Just in case you missed it or want to see it again
and again
and again
and again.
Does anyone doubt there is that HORIZON?

We long to see some "Grown-Up" movies.
No comic book heroes flying across the screen.
No animated musicals with animals that have no butt holes
(really! have you ever seen a Disney creature with a butt hole?)
No serial killers terrorizing and slashing through a terrible script.
I want movies that inspire. 
I want movies that teach.
I need movies that make me think. 

Here comes Steven Spielberg providing the adults in the room that place to think. 

The true story of Katharine Graham who is tasked with saving the family business
which just happens to be The Washington Post. 
Her challenge to cross the bridge from wealthy social widow 
throwing her parties dappled with politicians and celebrities 
to the leader of a great newspaper.
She grows with the story of the Pentagon Papers 
and with her story told here on film.

Portrayed by Meryl Streep to perfection.
We watch her character reach from within, 
past her insecurities, self doubt and fear of really screwing it up
to follow her instinct to not what is easy but what is right.

Her story could not be told without Ben Bradley.

Tom Hanks is magnificent.  
On the delivery of his first two lines,
Ben Bradley comes crashing back into the room.
Brash, gravel-voiced, strong-willed 
and a true force of the universe not to messed with.
I remember his interviews on Larry King.
There was always a twinkle in his eye.
He seemed to always "know" something
and that something just happened to be the truth.

Katharine Graham was Yankee.  
The scene of her leaving the Supreme Court building while 
young women protesters in the crowd just quietly part to create passage 
as Kat moves through them with dignity.  
She and they know that she is stepping into 
Woman Herstory.
My eyes welled with tears as I took in that moment on film. 

As the movie wraps up, there is ol' Tricky Dick 
demanding that no reporter from The Post 
ever be allowed in the White House again.  
His words in our ears as images of flashlights bouncing on walls 
at the offices of the Democratic Party at the Watergate.
A reminder that history doesn't happen in chopped up scenes.
It flows like a river around each bend, over each rock, down each fall.
Quietly babbling along or roaring over cliffs, 
the truth is always there.
I feel the river flowing now and it has picked up speed.
I see and hear the rapids that lie just ahead.  
Brace yourself, it's going to be a bumpy ride......

Two thumbs up

xx - holly

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Rain Rain Come Today

As I sat yesterday morning, the rain was falling outside. 
Not a sound heard often here. 
San Diego is waaaayyyy behind on rainfall this year.
We are at 0.09" for the season and have some catching up to do. 
From the sound on my roof, we made a dent. 

After madly rushing outside to move the potteds from 
under the eaves out into the rain, I am dried off and cozy by the fire.
Yes, I start a fire at 4:00 a.m.  
Take the chill off.
Let the flames ignite my imagination.
Pioneer thoughts of blessings for shelter.
Fairy sparks rising for their brief life dancing above the logs.
With coffee and vitamins in hand, I plan dinner. 
Part is already done....home-baked bread. 
I make this nearly every week in the colder months 
and love every step of the process.
The smell of bread rising in the bowl.  
Warm and yeasty. 
All bubbles and life.
The feel of the bread as it gets moved to second rise. 
Floured but slightly sticky hands caress it to a soft mound on the towel.
It's soft pliable body, like a precious baby bottom. 
Dish towel covered like a baby down for a nap.
The warmth of the oven preheating for the bake
adding to the warmth of the fire.
The beauty of removing the towel after the second rise
to see it grown and ready for transformation to 
a golden dome of comfort food. 
The aroma that fills our little home while it bakes.
I sometimes leave, stepping outside to clear the smell
so when I step back into the house, the aroma hits.
Bathing my senses with it's warm welcome.
I am now craving it.
Fresh from the oven.
Crusty golden on the outside.
Warm and soft on the inside.
Creamy butter melting into the crevices.
Simply Heaven.
Are you craving it too?

Here is the simple and divine recipe.

3 cups all purpose King Arthur flour.
2 teaspoons kosher salt
1/2 teaspoon active yeast.
1 1/2 cups warm water. 

Place flour, salt and yeast in mixer with dough hook.
Let the dough hook mix just to get it started. 
Slowly add the warm water and turn up the speed 
let it run a bit as the dough pulls away from the sides,
clinging to the hook like it is hanging on for dear life. 
Getting all dizzy in the bowl.
Pull off the the hook and make a little mound.
Cover bowl with plastic wrap and let rise overnight.
Magic in the morning......

Tear off two large sheets of parchment paper.  
Flour one - not generously but make certain there is a 
good coating of flour.
Gently remove the bubbly dough
and place on the lightly floured parchment. 
Don't over-handle, this dough is young and sensitive.
Kinda like a teenager.  
Handle with care. 
Cover with a sheet of plastic wrap and let her rest for 15 minutes.

Uncover and fold the dough over on itself.
Re-flour surface if needed and place seam side down.
Dust that dome with flour, cover with second parchment sheet
and then top all with a kitchen towel.  
Let her nap for 2 hours.  
She will double in size.

Preheat oven to 450* with the covered French oven heating in there too.
Remove French oven carefully - hotter than August pavement. 
Gently turn dough over so she is seam side up
and remove that now top sheet of parchment.
Lift the parchment with dough and 
slide it into the French oven, jiggle to center.
Cover and bake 30 minutes. 
Remove lid  and surprise - she's grown up a bit!
Return to oven for another 20-30 minutes until 
the color of gold you prefer. 
Lightly golden or full on summer beach tan.
Queue Stevie Wonder...
Isn't She Lovely...

Even the parchment has a lovely patina. 
All amber and gold.

Lift the parchment and bread to rack and let cool a bit
but if you can't wait, slice.

Schmeer on the butter.
Enjoy with soup, a breakfast toast,
your gravy sponge, dipped in olive oil & Balsamic vinegar,
a rustic sandwich with salami & cheese,
a bite with a glass of hearty red wine.
Whatever your fancy....this will change your attitude to bread.

Final little tip - to keep bread tasting "just baked",
slice entire loaf within 24 hours of baking.
Place on parchment lined cooking sheet in the freezer. 
Once frozen, bag them and keep them in the freezer.
Bring to room temp in no time 
or speed it up with the toaster.
Each slice will be just as good as day one....

Thanks for stopping by Moonlight Lane!


Monday, January 1, 2018

Hello 2018

So another year has come and gone.
As with every year - some good and some bad.
We all have our own rulers on our lives
and I too tend to keep measure of
my failures and accomplishments. 
While it is beneficial to reflect, 
it is detrimental to dwell.
I shall not bare my soul on
the events/emotions of 2017
but will do the hopeful thing and 
look to the horizon.

Here are the things that I plan to do for myself in 2018.
If any ring true to your vision of this year to come, 
please do add to your list.  
I share with open heart and soul...

  • Be present.
  • Consume less.
  • Save money - go here  Thank you Courtney of Be More With Less.
  • Stretch before getting out of bed.
  • Drink more water every day - Carlsbad Mineral Water is my local favorite.
  • Finish projects lurking in the guest room closet.
  • Eat food. Not too much.  Mostly plants.  Michael Pollan.
  • Practice yoga every day.
  • Visit Mother Nature - she's lonely. 
  • Waste less food.
  • Take a class: gardening, painting, pottery, cooking, French...something.
  • Find the silver lining.
  • Take my camera with me everywhere I go and snap away.
  • Follow The Four Agreements: Be Impeccable with your Words, Don't take anything Personally, Don't make Assumptions, Always Do Your Best.  (These are not as easy as they sound).
  • De-clutter and donate.  Someone will love it more than you.
  • Tighten stomach muscles while waiting at a red light.
  • Recognize Grace, the unmerited divine assistance from the universe which is given humans for their regeneration and thank her for her gift.
  • Sunday breakfast with an old friend.
  • Remember your Good Manners.  
  • Turn off the news.
  • Turn on the music.
  • Do something that scares me.
  • Stop dropping the f-bomb.  It really is unattractive.
  • Return to Simple Abundance, A Daybook of Comfort and Joy.  
  • Mend a fence.
  • Build a bridge.
  • Soften the edges.
  • Win the lottery. 
  • Lighten up and don't take it all so seriously.
And there it is. 
Hope some of these inspire you to start a list or add to one already in progress.
Some seem obvious but are easily forgotten when caught up
in the day to day struggle with life.
And should I succeed with only some these,
life just might not be such a struggle!
Wishing you the sweetest days ahead.