Hilton Head is a few days away and we are loading the car with many machines: the pie machine which Joe F. will hopefully man again, the ice cream machine which will be a new experience for the crew and the good old crock pot. I also have a whole ham (which cannot be bought in Hilton Head for some reason--they look as us like we are aliens when we ask for an entire ham...so we are taking our own.) Also, three rack of baby back ribs, ham and bean soup, and several rolls of zesty Bob Evans sausage. Joe and Glenda come on Thursday and we leave Friday. The dogs are already hating the suitcases and walk around them growling. I am actually considering taking the quesadilla machine which makes fast and delicious starters...somebody stop me.
For twenty-eight years we have been trying to name this home. It was important to get just the right name, not too ostentatious, not too common, not at all fussy. Nothing seemed quite right until this morning. I was reading Cook's Corner, which also has nothing to do with the name, when welcome to Many Branches popped into my mind and I thought, that's it! Where it came from is way beyond me, but there it was and now here it is. We have many trees and many branches of family members living in this multi-generational home and it just seemed right. Now I am a happy woman.
