An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.

All the bars in Boston will be closed on St Patrick’s Day?  Say it ain’t so! 🍻🍀🍀🍀

Due to Amazon limitations on shipping due to the Covid-19 pandemic, we are temporarily closing the shop and plan to reopen on April 1st.  Remember to follow the CDC guidelines and don’t take unnecessary risks.

Stay calm and don’t panic!  There are a lot of things which aren’t banned or restricted:

Family, Going Outdoors, Fresh Air, Sunshine, Reading, Music, Singing, Laughing, Telling Silly Jokes, Hope…

Stay safe and be well, my friends!  We are all in this together.

Peace, and Happy St. Patrick’s Day!



The One & Only One-Pie Canned Pumpkin

So, the battle is still raging.  Some people who believe themselves superior to others in knowledge and baking skills have thrown down the kitchen towel, and are still insisting (after years of people writing them letters to the contrary) that Libby’s canned pumpkin is the best product to use to make pumpkin pie.  Well, it isn’t.

Kind Reader, if you will check out the linked review from that-publication-to-which-I-no-longer-subscribe-because-it-sucks, you will notice that the pumpkin they tested was used in a NO-BAKE-PIE.  Who makes no-bake pumpkin pie?  That’s just weird.  I do not know a single person who makes no-bake pumpkin pies for Thanksgiving, and I know a lot of people.  Most Americans bake their pumpkin pie, and that is as it should be.  Granted, there are individuals who can’t cook or bake, and a no-bake pie would be great for those people who are kitchen-challenged.  However, I am not one of those people.  Ask anyone who knows me or has ever tasted my cooking, and they will tell you, I know what I’m doing.

One-Pie Pumpkin 15 oz.

I know for a fact that Libby’s canned pumpkin is inferior, because I have made pumpkin pie with it more than once, and it has always come out soupy and too sweet.  I have always used the traditional New England recipe, as I am from Massachusetts and have lived most of my life on or near Cape Cod, so I consider myself a Townie when it comes to traditional New England Thanksgiving cooking.  And baking.  Hands down without a doubt, the best canned pumpkin to use for “baked in the oven” pumpkin pie, and I can’t believe I seriously just had to write “baked in the oven,” is One-Pie canned pumpkin.  It comes in a can with a white label that has a piece of pumpkin pie on it, and it’s really hard to miss.  Although the pumpkins that One-Pie uses to make its puree are mostly grown and processed in Illinois these days, the product is still distributed by the same company in Maine, and that is just fine with me.  Pies baked with One-Pie pumpkin are smooth, delicious, and full of flavor.

“Cooks Illustrated” can go grind acorns.  No-bake pumpkin pie, indeed.  If she were still around, my Great-Aunt Kathryn would roll her eyes.  And that’s saying something.

“In this life, I strive for improvement, Be your own guide, follow your own movement…” Heavy D.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but a lot of my designs in the late 80’s and early 90’s came straight from my version of the Hip Hop Euro Trash Punk Ass Front. Pretty much all of my party-dresses/mini-skirt-big-jacket-suits/guys-trouser-shorts–girl-blouses/going-out outfits were 1-Offs that I stitched up in my limited section of the apartment in Parr B-1 in Munich when nobody else was there, and they were all either stolen by my less than stellar roommates or their unsavory friends (not you, Meridith McCarthy or Jennifer M. McCarthy or Alex Hilary Rossi Bunch! I think you were the only ones who knew that I had a sewing machine hidden in my closet!) or someone came up to me in a club shrieking “I love that outfit, where did you get it?” So, I sold a lot of my home-made-clothes for cash, because I had the design in my head and didn’t really pay attention to where it was going.
At any rate, it means a lot to me to recognize the stylie contribution that each of you makes every day – it doesn’t matter if some fool from Paris doesn’t see your fashion hit, you make your own fashion, and you recognize it. You are not just wearing it, you are living it.
I don’t really care how 7th Avenue lives their NYC way, I just love how my tribe loves their clothing, and their own personal style. Talk about rock & roll.

We got our own thing.

Back in Business!

Well, here we are again!  Following an extended break due to various reasons, Mayflower Stitchery is up and running again.  Spring might be on the way, but it hasn’t yet reached Cape Cod ~ it’s an eye opening 22 degrees today.  Lots of hot coffee is in order, particularly on a windy Tuesday with March approaching at 35 knots.

Many people become gloomy during these late winter days when spring is just out of reach, and have a difficult time remembering to care for themselves and take time to relax after the often overwhelming holiday season.  I find that it’s helpful to prioritize the things that I want to achieve.  This is a great time of year to consider what’s been floating around in the back of your mind and re-evaluate your situation, whether you’re changing your work habits to spend more time on actually having a life, or upping the voltage on your daily fitness requirements, or just making plans with friends whom you haven’t seen in a while to relax and have some fun!

Remember who you are, and where you would like to go, then start with a short list of the steps you can take toward getting there.

Stay warm, and enjoy your delicious hot beverage!

That’s what’s up with Mayflower Stitchery~

Wait… it’s November?!?!

Holy little necks, it’s November!  I can’t believe the time has flown by so fast, and fall clean up (#lovemyleafblower!) has replaced weeding the flower beds in my spare time.  It’s equally hard to believe that Thanksgiving is less than two weeks away!  Yes, I know that as a Stitcher I should be posting videos about how to make beautiful and functional table linens, like table runners and matching napkins, out of old-not-so-presentable table cloths – but that’s for next week!  I am the “cook” of the family, so I will be making Thanksgiving dinner at my in-laws, with my husband and his Dad helping out of course, and we are all looking forward to a relaxing and fun Turkey Day.

This year will be only the second year I will be waiting in line at 5:30 AM for a Watt’s Family Farm fresh turkey, which is actually a great local tradition.  The small family owned farm sells their fresh turkeys, and I do mean FRESH, on the Monday before Thanksgiving and people come from all over Cape Cod, Southeastern Massachusetts, and as far away as Connecticut, to queue up at the crack of dawn with large cups of Dunkin Donuts coffee, and wait patiently for their turn to step up to the large truck where the family workers ask how many pounds you would like then grab a bird and pass it down to you, and you head over to the table with the cash till and pay for your bird.  My first Watt’s Family Farm turkey buy was exciting, and I was a little nervous as I was a rookie, but everyone was very friendly, joking around in the line, greeting old friends and making fun of each other’s cooking skills (they don’t call us Massholes for nothing! LOL).  The lady who stood next to me in line lived in Connecticut, and she told me that her family used to trek up to the Cape to her grandmother’s house for Thanksgiving, and that she now drove up super early to get their turkey from Watts’ Farm because it was “tradition.”  I was very proud of myself just then, although I was a newb, because I had joined the ranks of the old-school-New-Englanders who didn’t just opt for the shrink wrapped frozen birds from the mega super market chain store.  That long line of people sipping their hot beverages, standing on a dirt road in the woods for hours in anticipation of purchasing their freshly butchered farm raised turkey at that particular farm, because it’s a tradition – well, it choked me up at the time, and darn it I ain’t ashamed to admit it.

That is a big part of our American holiday, tradition.  Whether you live in New England, with the spectacular fall foliage or serve your dinner al fresco in the California sunshine, we are all together on Thanksgiving.  Together with our families and friends, together in praying for a happy and healthy future for each other, and together in being thankful for living in the good old USofA.