Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Sunday Snow...Who Put Phil In Charge?
My ground hog At The Farm did not see her shadow since it snowed all day! Late or early spring?
As the big flakes fell
Cardinals were out in force
sitting in the pruned fig tree
waiting to steal dog food.
Sunday
Monday
Jill, our ground hog, says an early spring
and you know women are always right!
Morning update!
Jill may be hormonal.
This is a 9AM...another storm!
Wishing everyone a short winter.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Men Need Chocolate, Too
I like a schedule. I'm usually in bed by ten but not this night.
Two sad male faces of Hubby and Andrew met me bemoaning the horrible place that had nothing chocolate and nothing sweet. I promptly placed the cocoa can on my head and offered a kiss. They were horrified.
"Is there something chocolate and sweet you can make quickly?"
"Yes, you can make fudge. Take a quarter stick of butter...."
"No, not us. We wanted you to make something before you go to bed."
It's 9:45 PM. I like to go to bed at ten. I had fifteen minutes of Blue Bloods left while I was doing tax paperwork. No one seemed to be aware I'd been crunching numbers for a day and a half. All that stuff is magically done, by whom, they never know.
"What do you want? Cake, cookies, fudge?"
"COOKIES!"
At ten I dragged into the kitchen, dug out my old recipe book and found no bake cookies...the easiest, quickest sweet chocolate item I knew.
I called Andrew for assistance. He cooks a few things. When I told him the art of chocolate dessert and how it affected women he almost became a willing participant...almost.
Instructing as we cooked, he measured and added items. I showed him the cap trick with vanilla....a cap is close to a teaspoon. He argued. Had to prove it. The recipe called for quick oats I had three minute oats but not quite enough so I added Cheerios. Andrew is questioning my process. I told him some of the best recipes have been made accidentally or by substitution. He had a puzzled seventeen-year-old male look on his face.
Time to spoon the cookies. I called them Drop cookies. Again, the look.
Finally the cookies have all been "dropped" and still warm. I stated that they needed to "set up"....yep, I got it again...The Look.
Hubby and Andrew grabbed bowls and spoons and walked away with still warm cookies and smiles.
Would you say the males here are spoiled?
Two sad male faces of Hubby and Andrew met me bemoaning the horrible place that had nothing chocolate and nothing sweet. I promptly placed the cocoa can on my head and offered a kiss. They were horrified.
"Is there something chocolate and sweet you can make quickly?"
"Yes, you can make fudge. Take a quarter stick of butter...."
"No, not us. We wanted you to make something before you go to bed."
It's 9:45 PM. I like to go to bed at ten. I had fifteen minutes of Blue Bloods left while I was doing tax paperwork. No one seemed to be aware I'd been crunching numbers for a day and a half. All that stuff is magically done, by whom, they never know.
"What do you want? Cake, cookies, fudge?"
"COOKIES!"
At ten I dragged into the kitchen, dug out my old recipe book and found no bake cookies...the easiest, quickest sweet chocolate item I knew.
I called Andrew for assistance. He cooks a few things. When I told him the art of chocolate dessert and how it affected women he almost became a willing participant...almost.
Instructing as we cooked, he measured and added items. I showed him the cap trick with vanilla....a cap is close to a teaspoon. He argued. Had to prove it. The recipe called for quick oats I had three minute oats but not quite enough so I added Cheerios. Andrew is questioning my process. I told him some of the best recipes have been made accidentally or by substitution. He had a puzzled seventeen-year-old male look on his face.
Time to spoon the cookies. I called them Drop cookies. Again, the look.
Finally the cookies have all been "dropped" and still warm. I stated that they needed to "set up"....yep, I got it again...The Look.
Hubby and Andrew grabbed bowls and spoons and walked away with still warm cookies and smiles.
Would you say the males here are spoiled?
I was in bed by 10:30.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Painted Toes for The Mag
Tess's picture prompt for our word creation
PAINTED TOES
Dance on ivory keys
Recalling the craziness
As we rolled
The piano outside
My sheer dress
Slid across the piano top
As you called me
Your music queen
We made our own music
Chiffon fluttered in the breeze
You ran the scales
Higher than ever known
Our souls sang a duet
Creatures watched
In Nature we became
The Wild Things
Saturday, February 1, 2014
The Cock Crows For Me...
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God bless this guy. The rooster mistakenly thinks since Hubby rescued him he should now sleep on our porch. He sleeps peacefully on my wooden block chair sharing his excrement and dark crows throughout the night as if they were a gift.
The dogs are with him so he fears nothing. His loyalty lies with Hubby who rescued him from an untimely death by untangling him from some vines where the rooster hung upside down.
My theory is his brain was oxygen starved for too long.
He should fear me when he crows so gallantly so early outside my window.
Rooster and dumplings are sounding good.
Be sore afraid, Mr Crowaholic, you are working to be a guest for dinner soon.
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