Bricolage? Salmagundi? Farrago? Aren't you curious enough to look them up? I will be waiting for an opportunity to sprinkle these into my conversations when I go back to work this week.
My peach fried pies were such a hit on the last trip home that I whipped up another batch last week. I sent a picture to my brother, who responded "How rude!" I told him I would make some for him the next time he came home. The idea originated so I did not have to turn on the oven and heat up the kitchen in my parents' un-air conditioned home.
"It's one of the pecularities of certain traditions among the faithful," said the Rev. Kenneth Borowiak,
spokesman for the Lincoln Diocese. "It certainly has no basis in Scripture. It belongs to the realm
of pious traditions from the Middle Ages."
According to the U.S. Catholic Information Center in Washington, D.C., the tradition is traced back
hundreds of years to Theresa of Avila, who prayed to St. Joseph when the convents needed more land
and encouraged nuns to bury St. Joseph medals in the ground as a symbol of their devotion. (Lincoln Journal Star, 1992)
It has now evolved into something of a gimmick, with companies selling a kit that includes the statue, a plastic bag for burying, a prayer, and instructions, as you are supposed to bury the statue head down. It is still a common practice in those parts of the US that have a high Catholic population and practice intercessory prayer to the saints.
We spent the week putting up a tinted film on all the windows that reduced heat from the sun yet still enabled you to see through the window, along with new blinds and insulated drapes. It dropped the temperature in the house by 10 degrees even without the air conditioner. Cleaning out the horse trough was easier.