I told my mom that we should have some photos taken. Our last photography session was in summer 2016 before my parents moved to Florida. We needed to break the monotony of the pandemic restrictions and have a reason to feel “normal” again.
Phillip and Alice love to dress up. Mom purchased a larger dresser in my bedroom because every closet is near capacity. “A.J. Fine” was the nickname given in her WVSU days from always having an eye for classic and trendy styles. She knows how to come through with those Michelle Obama 2021 Inauguration Day type of fashion layouts and sporty flare for exercising.
Phil doesn’t have any off days either. His favorite color to wear is white because it reminds him of his Uncle Cecil. Mom has to remind him to add some rotation of all the colorful polos he has. Mom and Dad’s main opportunity to dress up is on Sundays for church. I think they’ve gone to one or two parking lot services in the last year due to the pandemic.
Shopping in our closets was a no brainer after limited public interaction for a year. A while back, a dress on a mannequin caught Mom’s attention. She knew I would like it. We are quick to call each other or text for fashion opinions. It was a matter of days before the dress went from a mannequin to my doorstep.
When I first mentioned this idea to my Mom, she told me that my Dad recently requested getting some photos of him and my Mom. I guess you can say I photobombed them.
We are happy when we can get Big Phil on board to do things. He’s a Vietnam Veteran, Ford Motor Company retiree at age 56, and retired co-owner of P&A Cleaning. He will tell you in a minute, “Nope, I’m gonna stay in and catch some of these ball games.” We can’t argue with that.
My dad was diagnosed with dementia shortly after leaving the poor air quality of the Ohio Valley that kept him on nebulizers. We knew he had symptoms prior to the official doctor’s report. I am very close to my parents and protect them the best ways I know how. I am grateful for the chance to live in these moments although my Dad may forget about them shortly after.
The overall message is to be mindful of the simple acts that can remind a dementia patient that they have purpose. It is equally, if not more important for the caregiver (my Mom) to have her crown polished from time to time also.
My grandma often told me, “Your parents are your jewels.” She could not have described them any better.
I want to share the beautiful obituary written by my aunts and uncles to pay tribute to my paternal grandmother, Lucy L. Smoot:
LUCY LINTHICUM BENNETT SMOOT passed away peacefully at home at the age of 96 on March 3, 2021, after a short illness. She was surrounded and supported by her son and faithful caregiver, Rodney, and other loving family. She was born July 28, 1924, the 13th child of Rev. George L. and Fannie L. Bennett in Lester, West Virginia. Having lost her mother during childbirth, Lucy was provided the safety, security and generosity of surrogate parents, Mr. Will and Mrs. Lenora Watson of Widen, W.Va. After the death of Mr. Watson, Lucy went to live with her father in Lester, W.Va., at about age 12.
Four years later Rev. Bennett was sent to pastor the St. Paul AME Church in Madison, W.Va., where Lucy met the late Andrew Boyd Smoot when she and her father were guests at the 1940 annual Smoot Family Reunion. On many occasions Boyd recounted that fateful meeting and recalled that he declared upon first sight that she would be his bride.
They married six months later on March 23, 1941, in Madison. Boyd, a brick mason, and Lucy, a devoted homemaker, built their first and only home together. They raised seven children in that home and were separated after 58 years upon Boyd’s death in 1999. Lucy lived in the family home over 70 years and often spoke of it as her first real home.
Lucy was multi-talented and especially enjoyed crocheting and gifting countless afghans. She was a superb seamstress and often the go-to person in the community for special occasion garment creations and alterations.
Her cooking and baking talents were unsurpassed. She loved preparing a plethora of baked goods for family, friends, reunions, and community and church events. In 2019, she was recognized at the 90th annual Smoot Family Reunion as the oldest living woman in addition to the previous three years.
She was a remarkable woman defined by steadfast faith, graciousness and kindness. Her warm smile was infectious. She was a lovingly devoted wife, mother and grandmother. She had a particular affinity for children.
Lucy was an avid flower gardener. She delighted in canning vegetables harvested from Boyd’s vegetable garden and sharing the fruits of their labor with neighbors, friends and others in the community.
She was a devout Christian and member of the St. Paul AME Church in Madison until the membership dwindled to the last three remaining elderly members among which she was the eldest. During its thriving years she was a member of the Missionary Society and Usher Board. Determined to remain in fellowship with other believers, Lucy pursued another church home. She then joined the Maranatha Bible Missionary Baptist Church where she participated in Bible study and was acknowledged as Mother of the Church.
Lucy had a special love for reading and writing. At the age of 80 she authored a book titled “A Slice of Life from Star Route 2.” It gave new meaning to her noble profession of homemaking through her recipes, family stories of lessons learned, craftsmanship as a seamstress and much more.
Lucy was preceded in death by her husband, Andrew Boyd, and their daughter, Alice Carol Gentry. She is survived by six children, Phillip (Alice) Smoot of Winter Haven, Fla., Vera (Thaddeus) Taylor of Union City, Ga., Douglas Smoot of Institute, W.Va., Janice (Jerry) Ferguson of Louisville, Ky., Rodney Smoot of Madison, W.Va., Shelia (Dan) Price of Morgantown, W.Va.; 14 grandchildren, 18 great-grandchildren; and 11 great- great-grandchildren; a host of nieces and nephews, relatives and friends. Lucy left for her family a legacy of love, gratitude, kindness, generosity and old-fashioned goodness.
My last visit with grandma was spent making herstory as she made the Coal Valley News for early voting back in October. I was supposed to visit her again in February, but I didn’t make it. I have no regrets because I spent a lot of time with her. I was told that I wouldn’t have wanted to see her in the frail condition. We always had a good time visiting with one another. She loved to laugh, enjoyed good meals, going outside when the weather was nice, and social interactions.
My last time talking with grandma was a couple of weeks before she transitioned. I could hear in her voice that she was very weak. Her last words to me were, “I love you Kelsie, I love you, I love you.”
Senegal, Africa is divided into 14 regions, which are broken down into 45 departments, branching to 103 subdivisions, and several ethnicities. The term “African” should not be used loosely as a generalized term to identify people who are born or live on the continent. During my two week visit, I was able to visit 5 regions, plus the small country of The Gambia. Spending a day connected with nature provided a catharsis after the emotional day at Gorée Island.
Market in Nguéniène
Our day began with a trip to the Marché hebdomadaire de Nguéniène, or Market of Nguéniène. I have also seen it referred to as the Sine Saloum Market. This weekly gathering is similar to what American’s call a “Farmers Market.” The location in the Thiès Region is very remote and if it were not for my Garmin watch, I would not know the location.
The markets are very common and occur in every small village. The main mode of transportation are horse driven carts. Everything from fresh produce, livestock, and textiles are for sale or trade. I witnessed fabrics being sewn on the spot for custom orders. The social interaction is a major part of the market days.
There was an understandably mixed reception of me being an outsider taking photos and recording videos. Those images have been intentionally left out of this summary or cropped. It was explained to me that some are leary of journalists who go to their village taking photos, and profit off the publications.
On the other hand, there were some people who wanted their photo taken as a trade off for purchasing their items. Language was a barrier with most people associated with the Serer ethnic group speaking Wolof as their first language.
Most of the Serer people are muslim. They celebrate a holiday called Eid al-Adha to acknowledge when Abraham was going to sacrifice his son to God. My first question was why are Muslims using a Christian example to celebrate? It was interesting to learn that Muslims recognize Abraham as a prophet.
Bird Islands Fatick, Senegal
We went farther south to the Fatick Region that is home to Bird Islands and the Delta Saloum National Park.
The Restaurant Les Piroguiers was a nice open-air restaurant near the water. This area is usually very busy, so the merchants were happy to see us. We sipped apéritifs and enjoyed the social interactions while our meals were prepared.
One of the merchants arranged a pirogue excursion for us. It was so relaxing to have that feeling like you are gliding on top of the water. A combination of land and sea make this area one of the richest ecosystems in West Africa.
There are a lot of boats used for fishing and to transport people to different islands. The boaters are so intelligent to know how to get around. The archipelago consists of about 200 islands through mangroves, palm trees and baobabs.
God’s layout of this region is unique because the Serers have been able to protect their culture from European invasion due to their uncertainty of how to cross from island to island.
The Sacred Baobab was given its name for having a circumference of 32 meters, making it the largest baobab in Senegal. The friendly host of the site took his time while giving me an overview of how it took 850 years to reach this size.
Senegalese scientist and historian, Cheikh Anta Diop, developed the technique of carbon 14 dating. Diop’s research proved the amount of melanin in Egyptian mummies matched those of Africans today. His work was discredited at the time, but after his death his lab was raided only for his work to be stolen. I am currently reading one of his books called, The African Origin of Civilization to gain a better understanding of his research.
Baobabs are technically classified as plants although they have the visual characteristic of a tree. The Colonel at Gorée Island let me feel how fibrous the wood is.
The porous wood is not used for building. The baobabs have many uses. Not only are they gathering spots for relief from the sun, baobabs have medicinal value. One of the most common is the use of the leaves for a tonic to relieve stomach issues.
The Baobab Sacré teacher asked if I wanted to go inside. I was caught off guard because I didn’t think it was possible. He told me to touch the “tree” with my left hand, and make a wish for good luck. I was thinking about the tradition at Showtime at the Apollo as I made my wish.
After the excitement of being inside Senegal’s largest Baobab, I purchased some carved wooden masks from a vendor. I know they rely on visitors to make a living off their talents.
Akon City is in the beginning stages of an ultra modern design plan. We passed the construction site for the corporate offices during our day trip. It is in a very rural area of Nianing, along the Mbour-Joal route.
We pulled over to find out that Akon would be on site to check the progress of his project. A small crowd gathered with anticipation of his arrival. I just knew Akon was there based on a luxury SUV that was parked, but it wasn’t him. I love that Akon is giving back to his homeland.
Not too far from Akon City is the unique architecture of the Epiphany Church of the Lord Nianing. It is designed after the termite mounds that have a chimney like feature to release hot air.
We were on the go everyday except for Christmas. This two weeks vacation scratched the surface of what Senegal has to offer. Saint Louis and some of the islands off the coast of Senegal are on my wish list, along with the neighboring countries of Guinea-Bissau and Mauritania.
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Those two words held so much power when I was greeted at the historic site of the transatlantic slave trade which took place on Gorée Island. The largest slave trade area off the west coast of Africa is a 25 minute ferry ride from Dakar, Senegal. I was all smiles leaving the Port of Dakar towards Gorée. I left with a mix of emotions on my way back from a life changing experience.
The ferry ride was up tempo from the vendors who use the ferry ride to introduce themselves. This interaction is a pre-sale for you to purchase their goods once you arrive. I remembered Kenza, because I liked her name. Kenza made sure she called out “Kelsie” so I could shop with her. I respect the hustle, but I didn’t feel obligated to buy anything because she knew my name.
Self exploring on Gorée Island is an option, but it is best to hire a guide. There are plenty of official tour guides who wait along the path next to the heart welcome sign. I was told that the sign was put there as a symbol of forgiveness of what easily can be viewed as unforgivable.
We were fortunate to have the island’s well respected,“The Colonel” as our tour guide. He has lived on Gorée Island since he was a small child. Colonel has an elementary education, but don’t let that fool you. He taught himself how to speak six languages by engaging with travelers from all over the world. The musician Akon even requests Colonel when he visits Gorée Island.
The House of Slaves (Maison des Esclaves)
Check out the video I recorded of The Colonel giving us a tour of the House of Slaves. He can tell the story much better than I can:
It is best to plan for half a day on Gorée Island to explore the many historical sites. There is a prestigious all-girls boarding school where the highest academic achieving young women focus on math and science.
We toured the St. Charles Eglise Church. The irony is how the church was built while people were being treated so poorly. European missionaries used Christianity as a way to condemn traditional African religions such as Voodoo.
Inside the St. Charles Eglise Church is a framed letter from Pope John Paul II. The contents are his apologies for the life and freedom that was stolen from the people of Africa.
The St. Charles Eglise Church is still an active place of worship along with a mosque on the western slope of the island. The call to prayer was being announced over the speakers as we walked down the pebble steps to the sand art demonstration.
We were encouraged to take photos and film the process of making African sand art. Senegalese high schools promote art through special programs that teach this specific process.
There are 24 types of sands that come in different colors based on where they originate. Some of the sands come from the beaches of Saly, termite mounds, the Sahara Desert, mangroves, Sudan, Chad, Cap Skirring, and Lac Rose (The Pink Lake). The outer ring of black sand is from volcanoes. The pigment was used in the construction of the African Renaissance Monument. The glue used in the process is a mixture of the baobab sap and Arabic gum.
There are several talented artists who make a living by creating handmade jewelry and paintings. I was sorting through my photos for this blog post and noticed one artist had a sign that said, “no photo acheté c’est mieux.” The English translation is, “No photo, buy is better.” I agree and respect his wishes.
My biggest takeaway after visiting Gorée Island is the yearning for knowledge about my true ancestry. Smoot is a borrowed name that my paternal lineage can only trace back to 1842 in Tazewell County, Virginia. My maternal side (Thomas) traces to Alabama similar to other African Americans who claim the South as their origin. Our history and herstory did not begin as enslaved, escaped, or freed Americans.
The real question is, “In what country in Africa did we originate?” African Americans are missing a huge part of our cultural identities. My dna testing kit from African Ancestry should be arriving any day now. I cannot wait to see what my results will be!
One of the world’s most dangerous off-road endurance events is called the Dakar Rally. Thierry Sabine was a French motorcycle racer who established the Paris-Dakar rally almost 40 years ago. Lac Rose in Senegal was the final leg leading toward the Dakar finish line. Due to safety and terrorism concerns, the Dakar Rally moved to South America. It is currently held in Saudi Arabia under the name, The Dakar. One of my excursions in Senegal was a chance to experience the sand dunes where these popular, and sometimes deadly rallys took place.
Competitors raced for two weeks to finish 10,000 km (6200 mi.) over steep sand dunes like the one I glanced back to photograph.
I had to be very careful not to drop my phone along the jolty ride. I was living in the moment by feeling free from a life of quarantine, virtual teaching, and tutoring four nights a week.
Similar to the struggle back home, there were times where our vehicle was using all the horsepower it had to traverse the sand dunes. It was more challenging than the option to rent dromedaries.
At the top of one of the highest points gave us panoramic views of the Atlantic Ocean. Even from this distance, the sounds of the waves coming to shore was louder than any beach I have experienced.
There was a model and production crew who used the beautiful views for a photo shoot backdrop.
After the thrill of the dunes, we went along the Atlantic Ocean shore to go for a dip and ride four wheelers.
The currents were very strong. I was the only one brave enough to run out there sort of like the excited child who darts out into traffic. That was me.
We got back in the 4×4 to see Lac Rose. The signage in the roads leading to the lake call it Lac Retba. Either way, the name is to describe the pink color cast off by the algae that grows in the salt water. I found it interesting that it’s located only five minutes from the Atlantic Ocean.
The color pink was not very obvious on the date I was there (12-21-20). I have read about different times of year or day to visit to get the best pink effect. The women selling their artwork made of sand and beaded jewelry were some true hustlers. The woman in the blue was like, “Take my picture.” I loved her energy.
The vendors didn’t speak much English, and I don’t speak a lick of Wolof or French, but we still bonded. My boyfriend bargained back and forth over my souvenirs. I’m more of a “just buy it” person. He explained how it is their form of entertainment to haggle back and forth with tourists.
I learned how the salt harvesters slather their bodies in shea butter to protect their skin from salinity concentrations which exceed the Dead Sea. I have a somewhat high salt tolerance from years of doing the Master Cleanse that involves sea salt flushes. In fact, I had just completed a 10-day fast in November. I dipped my finger in the water to taste it. Yes, it is very salty.
Last, but not least is the memorial marker for Thierry Sabine. He lost his life when his helicopter crashed into a sand dune. He was well-known and loved by the Senegalase people. His name will live on for generations because he helped improve the economy with the Dakar Rally.
Joal-Fadiouth is in the Thiès region of Senegal. The village and commune names are combined because the narrow peninsula of Joal is linked to the small island of Fadiouth. Fadiouth, also called Shell Island, is a name given from the pathways that are made entirely of clam shells. How did that happen? Centuries of indigenous people eating clams and throwing the shells on the ground caused island expansion.
A walking bridge connects Joal to Fadiouth, where 4,000 people call home. The locals rely heavily on selling livestock, fishing and tourism to support their economy.
In the past, tourists would get turned off from the overwhelming pressure to purchase crafts. The elders organized a tourist company to make the island visits more pleasant.
Unfortunately, the Covid-19 pandemic has caused financial loss to Joal-Fadiouth. The positive side is that they have not had any confirmed cases of the virus. When I was on vacation for Winter Break, Senegal had about 18,000 Covid cases making it safer to be there than anywhere else in the world.
The first thing I noticed on Fadiouth was the number of pavilions with built in seating. Each pavilion has a bell that someone rings to notify the surrounding community members. The business usually involves settling disputes between neighbors, death announcements, or other important news. We witnessed a bride’s family being welcomed to her husband’s family. They shared bottles of wine and other gifts.
The majority of Senegalese people practice Islam. The reverse is true in Fadiouth with it’s 90% Christian population. Jesus statues were prominent with a main one facing the largest baobab tree on the island. As mentioned in the Bandia Wildlife Reserve post, the baobab is considered a sacred jewel to the community.
Visiting Fadiouth Island on a Sunday allowed us to observe a church service. It was later in the day during a children’s worship time. There were sibling groups of children walking in their Sunday’s best to church. The teenage girls and women have mastered the method of walking on shells while wearing heels.
The Fadiouth way of life is very laid back and traditional in terms of preparing meals and using donkeys to haul grains. No motorized vehicles are on the island.
Another walking bridge leads to a popular cemetery where Muslims and Christians are buried. The burial grounds mirror the harmony that is shared amongst the living in terms of cohabiting in peace.
After walking around the cemetery, we took a pirogue around the Fadiouth mangroves. The tour guide was a championship wrestler in his prime. His strength was still on display as he used a single paddle to maneuver the dugout with four adults.
Fadiouth is the largest fishing port in West Africa, but they also consume grains to balance their meals. I admire the cleverness of building stilts to hold granaries to protect the store houses from flooding.
We have a lot to learn from this region of Senegal. Live and let live regardless of what a person believes or does not believe. We may end up meeting again in the afterlife.
Move out the way Disney Animal Kingdom. During my two week visit to Senegal, Africa I went on a real safari at the Bandia Wildlife Reserve, also known as the Foret de Bandia. A 30 minute drive from the coastal town of Somone lies 9,000 acres of protected land and wildlife. Visitors and locals go to the Bandia Reserve to get an up close view of animals in their natural habitat.
There was an option to remain in our vehicle and have a tour guide join us, or to rent a safari truck. That was a no brainer. Even without the Covid-19 virus, I would have opted for the open air 4×4 so I could take better photos. One person drives while the tour guide taps on the window to tell them when to stop at a sighting.
We toured this wildlife shrine later in the day when the animals are more likely to be active. The only two predatory animals on the reserve are the hyenas and Nile River crocodiles which are kept in contained areas. The crocodiles can grow up to 6 meters long.
Warthogs tend to dig under the fence and roam outside of the reserve’s grasslands. There is a quarantine area where new animals are brought from other parks. Right across from the hyenas is the tortoise enclosure.
We weren’t five minutes along the dirt road when we witnessed the majestic beauty of the giraffes. It’s amazing how these tall animals can blend with their surroundings. The guide had to point out another giraffe that was walking in the savanna that I would have never noticed.
The videos I took are way better than still images. (IG: @kelsielou.c0m) The male giraffe has darker spots. Towards nightfall, we saw a male giraffe walking by himself because he was kicked out of his family. I felt so bad for him. I would not want to be out there all lonely, especially at night. The guide said he needs to fight to win back his companion.
Another male dominant species is the ostrich seen with the dark feathers. This alpha male was seen several times and had no problem walking in front of the approaching 4×4. The female was more low key and hidden in the bushes.
The African buffalo were the opposite of the ostriches and giraffes. They roamed the savanna in all sizes. There were about 20 in the herd we passed and that number can get up to 300 in some areas. African buffalo are considered one of the Big 5 Game Animals, meaning they are considered one of the hardest and deadliest animals to hunt along with lions, elephants, leopards, and rhinoceros. One looked like it was ready to charge.
Another animal that roams in herds is the Cape eland. Elands are the world’s largest antelope. There was a spiral horned eland grazing alone.
The roan antelope were very cautious around our 4×4 because it is a white truck that drives around to capture them for slaughter. Their meat is served in the Bandia Reserve restaurant that is on site. I would imagine it tastes like deer meat. I will never know!
The patas monkeys run the show. They are all over the place and not to be trusted. They will snatch your phones and cameras if they catch you slippin’. The monkeys’ behavior was the most nonchalant. They carried on with their business unbothered by humans. They are best viewed on video versus still shots because they move so quickly.
The animal that I admired the most was the impala. There were three of them dashing across the terrain like the elite runners of the reserve. I was lucky to capture a photo of an impala in the middle of the trees as it glanced back at something. I see why Chevy uses this name; much respect.
The Bandia Reserve is the home of hundreds of baobab trees. One in particular has a shape that earned the name of Elephant Baobab.
The core of the baobabs are so large that Griots, or elders/storytellers of a tribe are buried inside of them. I heard two stories about the logic behind the burials. On this safari I heard about the baobabs being sacred, and it was a form of respect to preserve the Griots inside of them. When I visited Senegal’s largest baobab in the Fatick region, I was told the Griots were lazy and did not like to work. It was considered bad luck to bury them in the ground that they did not like to farm. Either way, the ritual was banned in 1962 due to biological hazards of decomposition and discrimation. The Tombeau de Griots is located inside a 1,000 year old baobab.
The so-called “Tree of Life” at Disney’s Animal Kingdom does not compare to the natural beauty and fails to acknowledge the cultural significance of Africa’s native creation. It made me reflect on how Disney is a culture vulture in that aspect.
Hopefully, this post will highlight the natural beauty of Africa. It will help to change the narrative that Africans live in the jungle with wild animals. No, if they want to see exotic animals, they go to the zoo, or reserves like Reserve De Bandia like we do in America.
I will be covering more about my trip to Senegal in several posts. Stay tuned.
Cedar Lakes Woods and Gardens is a Japanese inspired botanical garden retreat between Gainesville and Ocala, Florida. The once abandoned lime rock quarry was purchased by Dr. Raymond Webber to build his residence. What miners used as a resource to create the foundation of Highway 27 would become a fishing pond for the owner. With the help of others, the dentist transformed the contaminated swamp area into a flourishing garden. Fertilizers are replaced with organic compost to keep everything lush.
The Cedar Lakes Woods and Gardens entry fee is $12 for adults. You are given a map that is marked with a blue upper level and a red lower level. As a runner, my feet appreciated the cool and soft feeling from the walking pathways. My Mom and I visited Thanksgiving weekend when Christmas lights were beginning to be displayed.
It was a safe activity to enjoy in the midst of a pandemic. We saw way more animals than we did people; one being a pet squirrel kept on the back porch of the main residence.
We saw a 500 year old Southern Live Oak and some Leopard Tortoises in an enclosure at the end of our self-guided tour.
Cedar Lakes Woods and Gardens is about a 45 minute drive from Crystal River where my Mom and I spent the morning watching manatees. It was totally worth the drive.
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I went to visit my Grandma in West Virginia after a long interruption to protect her from possible exposure to Covid-19. We spoke on the phone and she genuinely wanted to see me. My Uncle Rodney, who is her primary caregiver, was agreeable with me visiting. He told me no hugs or kisses, and to wear a mask. That was fine with me.
I did my own contact tracing in terms of asking, “Who all has been over there?” It was touching to hear my Grandmother say, “We don’t know what a visitor is anymore.” What would have been the 91st Smoot Family Reunion during the second weekend in August left a void of visitors in the Smoot Avenue hollow.
My Uncle and I were discussing the 2020 election. To make a long story short, it turned out they voted early for the primary, but not the general election. I went online to show him how my mail in ballot was received in Kentucky. No updates were found for him or my Grandma. The Boone County Courthouse was open for early voting. My 96-year-old Grandma was eager to cast her vote.
Being the photo person that I am, I had to capture this precious moment. A gentleman saw me taking selfies and what not. He asked if I wanted a photo together. Next, I asked one of the poll workers if I could take a photo of my Grandma being assisted by my Uncle.
Before we got home, I composed an email to the writer of the Coal Valley News, Phil Perry. The news spread like wildfire. Phil made a Facebook post that was shared on the Smoot Family Reunion page. A few days later, this is what my Grandma woke up to:
This absolutely made her day. Knowing that she exercised her right to vote, and to have the moment captured in the local newspaper was the cherry on top.
Another reward was being in the garden to reap the last crops of the season. I brought home a bag of bell peppers, collard, turnip, and kale greens.
Sometimes, it’s worth the risk! I am happy to say that everyone is safe and doing well.
Hey Blog Friends. I’ve been M.I.A. over here because my new Instagram account, @kelsielou.c0m has gotten my attention. I like the interaction on the blog better because I like words to accompany photos, topics and experiences. This post is for an easy quiche recipe that has been sitting in my drafts folder for a while.
I have tried a lot of variations from the Quiche Lorraine to all vegetable quiches. I prefer the veggie version with a side salad. I can eat quiche any time of day. It reheats nicely, and the crust does not get soggy.
Here is what I do:
Preheat the oven to 375° while you gather your ingredients. Allow the pie crust to sit out and soften. You fancy chefs can make your own crust. I haven’t mastered that yet.
Prep Time is 15 minutes with baking time of 40 minutes.
Ready to Bake Pie Crust
1 cup of heavy whipping cream or milk
½ cup of shredded Italian blend cheese (optional)
Seasonings to taste- salt, pepper, chicken bouillon
Any fillings you like ranging from peppers, onions, broccoli, mushrooms, meat options of cooked bacon or cooked turkey sausage
Unroll the pie crust into a 9 inch round pan. Lightly pull the edges over the edge of the pan because it will shrink later. Use a fork to put some holes in the bottom. Place into the oven on the lower rack for 5-7 minutes or until you see it bubble and get a little tan color. Remove from the oven and add your veggies.
Make sure your vegetables are rinsed and cut in nice bite sizes. Put the veggies in the pan.
Use a bowl to beat the 4 eggs and milk of your choice. I use Almond milk and it turns out just fine. This is when I add my seasonings, which includes crushed garlic and cheese.
Pour the egg mixture over the vegetables.
Bake at 375° for 40 minutes or until golden brown. Do not let the crust burn!
I hope you enjoy this recipe. Add and subtract what works best for you!