Every so often, I go on a pantry rampage. When I just can't take the mess anymore, I start grabbing random items and forcing myself to use them just so I don't have to look at them anymore. That's what happened recently. I was getting pretty sick of the French's fried onions container falling off the shelf every time I put the jug of oatmeal back in there, so one day I said, "Enough." Looking around again, I spied a baggie full of sliced almonds that I couldn't fit in my big square Tupperware ... continue reading...
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Stick ’em Up
No more pulling my hair out looking for bobby pins! I can't remember where I saw this tip (I'm thinking it was on the Better Homes and Gardens site, but don't quote me on that), but it's been in the back of my mind for about a month, just simmering ... just waiting for that moment when I'd be wandering the aisles at Michael's and I'd find the magnetic strip I needed. That moment came a few days ago. I was actually there to buy Fimo or Sculpty so I could make my own buttons (have you SEEN the ... continue reading...
Jalapeno Turkey Burger
Well, I never. That look of rapture ... the appreciative grunts ... the "Wow, that's tasty" -- not once, but TWICE. I never thought I'd win Dave over to turkey burgers. Not in this lifetime. He's a beef guy all the way, which is not okay now that we're trying to eat a more heart-healthy diet. I've made turkey burgers plenty of times. And he's eaten them ... but never with delight. But today, something happened. Today, he saw the light. All it took was a little more spice. Just one jalapeno. ... continue reading...
Wynken, Blynken and Nod … and a Poke Cake
And so it begins. Last night, my three sisters, one brother-in-law, and two nephews braved the elements and joined us in an impromptu going-away party for Zac. Two of my sisters left their car at the top of our hill and walked the quarter-mile downhill, across the trail, and back up hill, slogging through the remnants of all that snowfall last week. But no one wanted to miss the gathering. I really can't believe my oldest child is somehow old enough to sail away on a fishing boat headed for ... continue reading...
Meatball Surprise
So ... I'm not supposed to do anything. Anything. At least that's what it sounded like when my doctor said, "I want you inactive until I see you again next week." Apparently I will jeopardize my healing if I lick a stamp, or comb my hair, or make a batch of meatballs. But being that we were snowed in today, and the meals that two of my friends (Mary and Ashley) made for us couldn't quite make it to our house, I thought I might challenge that last one. How hard could it be to just mosey into the ... continue reading...
Cowboy Courtin’
I was seven that summer morning between first and second grade when I had my first taste of wooing. Danny was a quiet classmate, someone I'd smiled at once or twice and shared my reading book with on a half-dozen occasions when he couldn't find his own. Sometimes that's all the encouragement it takes. Sometimes, that's enough to make a boy rise early and don all his cowboy gear ... and go a'courtin. “Mornin’, Ma’am,” he’d drawled in his fake John Wayne voice when my mother answered the door. ... continue reading...