Oh, boy. I just saw how long it has been since I last posted. I should be disciplined.
What has distracted me so? Well, let’s see. I started in real estate, and … I started in real estate. That should say it all. Nothing has been as whirlwindy[...]
This originally posted in 2011, but a new friend made it and told me so on our Twig and Feather Facebook page. So now I have to make a batch myself. Oh, the power of suggestion …
I’ve been absent all week … too sick to even get online.[...]
Happy first day of winter! Here’s a memory from a few years back. I’m hoping for more of the same this year.
I am living in a snow globe.
Every handful of minutes, the wind visits the alders and maples and evergreens surrounding our house[...]
Want a bite of Christmas? Here you go.
- 1 stick butter, melted
- 1/2 cup white sugar
- 1/2 cup brown sugar
- 1/4 cup molasses
- 1 tsp vanilla
- 1 egg
- 2 tsp baking soda
- 2 tsp cinnamon
- 1 tsp ginger
- 1/4 tsp cloves
- 1/4 tsp nutmeg
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 1 tsp baking soda
- 2 cups flour
- Juice and zest of one lemon OR 1/4 cup bottled lemon juice
- 3/4 cup sugar
- 1/2 stick butter (1/4 cup)
- 1/2 cup whipping cream
- 1 1/3 cup powdered sugar
- Gingerbread Bars
- In mixer, cream butter and sugars together until fluffy.
- Add molasses, vanilla and egg and blend well.
- Sift dry ingredients together and add. Mix well.
- Press into well-greased 10 x 15 rimmed jellyroll pan. Dough will be stiff and sticky. If needed, wet hands to press dough down evenly.
- Bake @ 325 for 16-18 minutes, or until slightly underdone. Do not overbake.
- Cool slightly, then cut into squares or diamond shapes.
- Top with lemon glaze.
- Lemon Gaze
- In saucepan, add lemon juice an zest, sugar and butter. Cook until butter is melted.
- Add whipping cream and heat until mixture comes to a boil.
- Boil for three minutes, stirring constantly.
- Add powdered sugar to the mixture and whisk to incorporate.
- Pour over slightly cooled bars.
This was this afternoon’s football fare. Yes. I know they’re ugly and messy.
Layer slider bottoms all over your pan (if you feel squarish, you may use a square pan.
I don’t want to mislead you. These were fabulous in large part to the[...]
I’ve always loved Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah, but now there’s a Christmas version too. I think I like it even better. 🙂
I absolutely love, love, LOVE what I’m doing. I’m pretty sure I’ve said that twenty times this week, as everyone I run into asks me the same question, “How do you like real estate?”
What’s not to love? I’m[...]
If you asked me to describe Paris in one word, I would answer without a split second’s hesitation, “Lemon.” And then you would back away slowly with that, Please don’t hurt me, crazy person look on your face, and I[...]
Gage follows me into the bathroom and watches while I put the brush back where it belongs. As we turn to leave, he settles his gaze on the drawer where I keep the bandaids -- the boring ones, and the ones I've collected just for him.
I can see his thoughts.
"Grandma," he begins, "I hurt my nose."
"You did? When did that happen?"
I pull the drawer open to reveal the bounty within. "Would a bandaid help?"
I pull out a small, nose-sized Batman bandaid. "How about this one?"
He smiles as I peel the back off and place the caped crusader on the bridge of his nose.
"My arm hurts too."
Iron Man goes there.
"And my other arm."
At heart, I’ve always been a matchmaker.
As I remember, it all started in fifth grade when my best friend set her sights on the boy who sat kitty-corner from her desk. “He’s so CUTE!” she gushed. That was pretty much all the[...]
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