Saturday, November 21, 2015

Cheez-It–I Thought I Could Improve Them


I might have a problem.  With Cheez-Its.  My favorite snack.  Diet Dr. Pepper and Cheez-Its.  That’s it!   Except………………maybe I could make them better.  I love to find the over-baked Cheez-Its in the box……… favorite Cheez-It cracker……..the slightly browned kind.  Well, this particular box had quite a few of those lovely slightly browned crackers, but evidently I didn’t think there were enough.  So what did I do??  I put them in a tray and into countertop broiler.   Then………….I got on the computer and promptly forgot about them.  Well……… a little while I smelled something………… Oh shoot! 
Up from the couch I jumped, ran to the kitchen, and opened the smoking oven.  The minute I opened that little door, those Cheez-Its flamed.  By that I mean the flames were almost 2 feet high.  Yellow scary flames.  I can tell you my mind raced .  What to do first.  I turned off the broiler first.  I grabbed the potholder and threw that flaming pan into the sink which, luckily, is just behind me.  That was a close call.  The paint actually bubbled under my overhead cabinets and there is a discoloration that I cannot remove. 
The moral of the story:  Let well enough alone.  My favorite snack and I thought I could improve it.  Remember Cheez-Its have a low flaming threshold. 
You can read another post about Cheez-Its  here:
I love you.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Turkey. Turkey. Turkey. What to Do???

Turkey.  Turkey.  Turkey.  What to do?

Yes, I'm going to make the turkey this year and I am just fed up with all this turkey talk.  Do you have any idea how many different instructions there are out there on how to cook the bird that we only fix once a year.

It seems every woman alive and their dogs have a recipe.  You can brine them.  Did my mom ever know about brining a turkey?  No!  And do you know how many recipes there are just for that salty brine?  Oh yes, you can put SALT, apple peels, orange peels, celery, carrots, onions, garlic, SALT, sugar, spices of every imaginable taste, olive oil, SALT, old shoes, dirty dishwater, red nail polish for color, tomato juice, apple juice, orange juice, wine, whisky, even.....wait for it.....maple syrup.  I kid you not..........well maybe I kid you just a little.  Seriously, The Pioneer Woman used whisky AND maple syrup in hers.  We were watching her show Monday night........well I was watching her show and the hubby was doing something else, but in the room.   When she added the whisky and maple syrup, the hubby looked up and said "Did she just put whisky and maple syrup in that?"  We both gagged just a bit.

Now that you get the brining idea, let me tell you how many variations of actual cooking the turkey there are.  I would, but I don't count that high.  You can stuff that bird, or not.  You can add onions, or not.  You can put oranges in there, or not.  You can rub poultry seasoning over it, or not.  You can rub sage over that thing, or not.  The one thing they all agree on is massaging that bird down with butter, pepper and salt...unless you have brined it, then the choice is up to you.

So what to do?  Brine?  Roast uncovered?  Roast in cooking bag?  Wrapped tightly in foil?  Roast in roasting pan?  If so, on a rack or not?  Temperature.  Some say high temp for first hour, reduce heat.  Some say lower temperature, longer cooking time.  So what to do?  I have no idea.  All I know is that come Thursday, 2:00 p.m. that turkey will be history until the year 2016.

I love you.
A little extra information.  The Pioneer Woman made gravy, but added whisky AND maple syrup.  I can see my family quite literally gagging if I were to serve that!!!
I seriously have no idea how I am going to cook this bird, but I am leaning to mom's tried and true method of wrapping lightly in foil, placing in the roasting pan and using the temperature and time instructed on the label.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

I Just Love Feeling Wonderful

Good evening my friends.  I am exhausted.  It is 6:30 in the evening and I'm already in my pajamas.  That is unusual for me.  I've never been one of those people who like to stay in pjs all day, but today....well today I have been a busy girl.

Thanksgiving is coming up next week (can that be possible?) and I'm fixing lunch for my family and my extended family.  Not that many coming.  Right now 13 are coming, but you'd think I had invited my old office......people who'd never been in my house........people that I needed to impress.  No, it is just my family.  The people that I love and have been in my simple abode many, many times.  Nonetheless I seem to be cleaning like a maniac.  I have cleaned out all my closets and drawers, polished my silver, windexed (spell check says this isn't a word, but I tell you it is a VERB.  Don't you windex??) everything that has a shiny surface, and cleaned my tile floor on my hands and knees with..........get this........... any combination of baking soda, vinegar, 409, Bar Keepers Friend, and water.  I was trying to decide which product/products worked best to clean my grout, but I could see no difference.  The biggest thing is to get on my hands and knees and scrub, SCRUB, SCRUB.  But I did find one thing that actually made a big difference -- Magic Eraser really worked well to cleaned the scuff marks off the tiles. 

All this cleaning..........all this food prepping..........all the FOOD!!!  As tired as I am tonight, it makes me feel wonderful to have this done.  It makes me feel wonderful to do this for my family and I just love feeling wonderful.

I love you.


Sunday, November 15, 2015

Count my Blessings

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Good morning.  November 15, 2015 – a view out my window.  Fall has arrived at my house and is slowly making its way south.  Soon this pretty view will be gone.  The leaves will be off the trees leaving a cold looking dark bark.  So this cool cloudy morning I am going to enjoy this view, taking it all in, and bask in mother nature’s glory.
I realize how blessed I am this morning.  All the world seems to be in chaos, but especially the beautiful city of Paris.  Yes, I am going to take all of this in, reflect, count my blessings, and send Paris my prayers.  God, please bless us all.
I love you.

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Nice Night for Some Football……….

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Good evening everybody.  Nice night for some football.........or is it?  I must have a very soft heart because it sometimes hurts to see an opposing team loose to one of our Oklahoma teams, or to anyone else for that matter.  Today, for instance, it hurt to see Iowa State loose to Oklahoma State.  Don't get me wrong, I was rooting for OSU every second of every play.............until they won.............until they panned the camera to the loosing side of the field..............until I saw that young man hang his head in despair.  You see, according to the announcer, Iowa State needed to win this game plus the next two in order to qualify for a bowl game.  They hadn't been in a bowl in years. They did not win.  I am sad for them.  Of course, I would have been sadder to see Oklahoma State's winning streak to come to an end.

Just now I was watching the third overtime win for Michigan over Indiana.  I only saw the last 5 minutes of the game and I decided I would root for Indiana just because I thought they'd be the underdogs.  I don't know if that is true or not, but it seems I hear Michigan in the football news than I do Indiana.  So Indiana it is.  Just after I started watching, Indiana made a touchdown and the two point afterward........then only to let Michigan tie up the game.  Three overtimes were needed to determine the winner of the game.........Michigan.  Indiana did not win............

Every time there is a game played, there will be a winner and there will be a looser.  If there is a tie game, somebody will loose in overtime.  Someone will go down in the rankings.  Someone will not go to the conference playoffs.  Someone will not get a bid to a bowl game. 

Oh it feels so good to win, but it hurts so bad to loose.  These young men are actually little boys to their mothers.  Somebody is hurting tonight...............somebody is going to fall into bed tonight thinking "if only".

Now on to watch Baylor mix it up with Oklahoma.  I am going to tell you right now that I am rooting for Oklahoma.  I want to be sad that Baylor looses.  Fingers crossed!

I love you.

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Sometimes Happiness is Finding a Slice of Bacon Still on the Plate

Happiness is finding a half slice of bacon still on my plate!  Just when I thought my breakfast was over, I see this bacon.  Oh JOY!!  I love bacon.  Most of you know that I normally don't eat regular pork bacon.  Godshall's Turkey Bacon found at Sam's Clubs is my mainstay--the healthiest bad choice for me.  But ever since the reports came out about processed meats; i.e. BACON, I have craved the BAD/GOOD BACON, the good ole hickory smoked grease saturated bacon.  I had some BAD/GOOD BACON in the freezer so I decided to treat myself and thumb my nose at the reports.  Also, I needed to get the BAD/GOOD BACON out of the freezer..............and what better way to rid the freezer of BAD/GOOD BACON than to eat it.  (It is time to empty the freezer before the yes, I do that.) 

So this morning I had not one, but two slices of THICK hickory smoked bacon (Wright's from Sam's is the BEST) sliced in half to better fit the pan.........making four smaller slices.  I had just finished the last sip of my coffee (which my doctor recommended cutting down--man they're taking away all the good stuff) and lo and behold there was that last half slice of bacon still on my plate.  Oh Joy!  Sometimes happiness is finding a half slice of bacon still on the plate. 

I hope you have a happy day and can find a slice of bacon on your plate.  It's all about these moments.  (And by the way, I did use a paper towel to squeeze as much grease out as possible.)

I love you.

Saturday, October 31, 2015

No Shoes Today

Good evening everybody.  Here it is, Halloween night and nary a ghost or goblin in sight. 

So instead of writing about all the goblins at my front door, I will talk about shoes instead.  I went to the mall today knowing before I left home that I would bring home a pair of shoes.  I was willing to spend almost any amount of my hard earned dollars for a pair of shoes that would NOT hurt my feet. 

Well, here it is 8:15 p.m. and I do NOT have a new pair of shoes.  I think I know the reason(s) why.  My feet hurt, they always hurt, and I haven't bought a pair of shoes that didn't hurt some part of my foot.  It doesn't matter how much I have paid, some area of at least one foot will be uncomfortable.  Also, I am TOO particular.  The shoes must be a particular color.  They must be a style that is cute and sexy.  They must be comfortable (as comfortable as my feet can stand).  They must NOT be grandma shoes.    

So here I set, no 'trick or treaters' and no shoes.  Ugh.  And I really need a new pair of shoes or perhaps a cute pair of ankle boots. 

I am beginning to think I may have to adjust my thinking.  Maybe I need to realize I am a 67 year old woman and not a 27 year old chick.  Maybe I should take out the word "sexy" in my requirement for a stylish shoe.  Or maybe I will try one more shopping trip.  I am sure there is a pair of shoes for me.  Oh shoes, why hast thou forsaken me?

I love you.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

There Might Be Stickers in Cemeteries

I hope you get a chance to look at the video above.  It was taken yesterday.  My granddaughter and I walked barefooted out to the shop building where she found this little patch of sand.  As soon as I saw her, I ran back to get my camera.  She has discovered how to run her toes through the sand with no regard to how dirty her feet were getting.  I wanted to capture this sweet moment.

In other news:  Monday I happened to be at a cemetery in high heels.  My feet were absolutely killing me.  On the way back to the car, which was quite a distance away, I had this bright idea that I should take my shoes off and walk in the grass.  After all, there was nobody in sight to see me so why not save my tootsies.  Man, that felt good for about 10 steps until I found the sticker patch.  WHOA  “Johnny, help me.  I’ve got stickers in both feet.”  Being the good man he is, he picked them out for me and even offered to carry me to the car.  At that I had to laugh…….as if.  I slipped my heels back on and literally limped to the car where I found my flats.  Why didn’t I change into my flats before I headed to the cemetery?  Not my smartest decision.   MORAL OF THE STORY:  There might be stickers in cemeteries. 

Just a little humorous story.

I love you.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

You Might Recognize Your Mother in Yourself

Good morning everyone.  I have been looking at Facebook and I have noticed a lot of beautiful girls out there; granddaughters of friends, friends of friends, etc.  One thing I have noticed is these lovely young women, dare I say beautiful young women, resemble their mothers and even their grandmothers.  These young women probably don't want to hear that, but they do. 

When these young girls look at their mother's or grandmother's youthful pictures, I am sure they don't see the resemblance.  Here's what we/they tend to forget.  We didn't have all the helpful hints that the girls use today.  For instance, we were lucky if we had a tube of lipstick, one black mascara, one color of eye shadow.......not a pallet of colors, and maybe a little blush.  That's it.  Back in the day, there wasn't special makeup to cover blemishes, blotches, and dark under eye circles the way they do today.  We didn't color our hair and if we did, it was from a box from the drugstore....not high lights at the salon.  And NOBODY ever got a manicure AND we had never even heard of a pedicure.....who'd let anybody touch their toes???  We didn't know that we should put a hand on our hip to make us look slimmer.  We didn't know to pout our lips in a seductive way.  We didn't know to tilt our heads at a certain angle to make our faces look slimmer.  Nobody ever heard of photo shopping the picture to take inches off our hips and thighs.  We certainly didn't have the privilege of taking 88 photos in order to select the one that could make a magazine cover. 

I'm not saying these girls are all photo shopped, but they certainly have advantages that my generation did not have.  Good????  I wonder.....  Maybe not.  My opinion:  They, and I will include me, too, have all become very vain.  Seems somehow sad to me.  It's all about the glamor.........

So lovely gals, if you take off the makeup, go with your natural hair, look straight into the camera, put your elbow down, and smile, you might recognize your mother in yourself.

I love you.

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Show Love Even When You Don't Feel Like Loving

I'm slightly exhausted tonight after a very busy trip with the grandchildren this weekend.  We pulled in the driveway at 4:45 and by 5:05 we were back on the road for a quick trip to my hometown for family visitation for my uncle so I will make this post short.  Before I close my eyes for the night, I wanted to tell you about a very special lady, my younger cousin's wife.  She has cancer...........the bad kind.............pancreatic cancer and it has spread.  It is bad.  But here she was in a setting that wasn't ideal considering her own situation, but she was supporting my family.  I am not so sure I could have done the same.  It would have been easier for her to just stay home, but there she was.  There is no mistaking that she has cancer and is frail, but she looked regal and beautiful.  She made a huge impression on me tonight embodying grace under fire.  I have a lot more to learn, but I learned something tonight.  Show love even when you don't feel like loving.  Grace under fire sometimes eludes me, but seeing this woman and the................I am going to say she showed me personally was something I wasn't expecting. 

No, I wasn't expecting a blessing tonight, but I got a huge one.  This sweet lady blessed me with her strength, her dignity, and her grace under fire.  She showed me one can show love even if one doesn't feel like loving.    

I love you.