Thursday, February 15, 2007

One of These Things is Not Like the Other......


We finished up at work early last night and I had a nice surprise when I got home. Chocolate dipped strawberries and champagne and a beautiful rose from my sweet romantic hubby. I couldn`t resist adding this other picture as you can see why......

The roads were really bad around here Tuesday night and not so good yesterday either. This mess of snow makes it so dangerous for everyone trying to get around. I`m so thankful I`m not driving at the moment. Go away winter! Grocery day is postponed until Friday after work, so I`ll make the dinner I had planned tonight, being that I`m working at a proper time again. Tenderloin steaks with mushrooms and asparagus tips and small broiled potatoes. A ceasar salad would have been good, but I forgot to buy the ingredients.
Then tomorrow we have pot luck at work so I`m going to make some butter tarts. Hopefully they turn out better than that bread. The first and only time I made them, they were really nice. We shall see.
Have one more party to go to Saturday night. A sort of get together of people who went to the same highschool. It`s in a hall with a band, so it should be fun. Then Sunday it`s off to see about getting some more of that flooring for the hall and frontroom. Then the work begins.....ripping up the ancient carpet.

If the tarts turn out looking good..."please let them turn out good....I need to take them out in public....I don`t have any immergency store bought things".....I`ll post the recipe for any sweet teeth who might stop by :)

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

The History of the Valentine....

Happy Valentines Day!


If anyone`s interested in finding out where this idea came from, I found this at
http://www.techdirect.com/valentine/history.html


Ever since I was a kid, I`ve loved Kewpie Dolls, they`re so adorable! This valentine below was done by Rose Cecil O’Neill (1874-1944) a famous children`s illustrator who actually created them. You can see more and read about her here. http://www.ortakales.com/illustrators/Oneill.html





So much for celebrating Valentines Day with the nice dinner I was going to make. It will have to wait until Friday now because I`m working tonight :(

Monday, February 12, 2007

Elvis is a Doilie-Head and my Sad Blue Grape Focaccia

The other day, hubby and I were sitting at the kitchen table chatting when all of a sudden he laughed and said "Look at Elvis!" "Did you stick that on his head when I wasn`t looking?" I asked. "No" says he. It seems there must have been a crumb or something dropped on my computer chair where this doilie usually lays and of course Elvis was doing his usual sniff out the food thing. How in the world he got it on his head though, I`ll never know. Glad the camera was near by!

Well, finally this year after being free of the flu or cold for almost three years, I`ve become immune to the Echinacea again and wammo...it got me. Just before it got bad, I decided to try making that recipe below. Half of the grapes fell off but were sticky enough to stick back on. Doesn`t look near as good as the recipe`s picture, but not bad for a first try........

The first warmish piece was actually pretty good, although it looks more like a bull frog drooling jam than a fine and fancy Italian desert.....

I had to put the rest in the fridge with it being fruit. No one else wanted to try it and I gave it one more chance and then chucked the whole hard thing in the garbage along with four hard boiled eggs that had been lost and forgotten in the fridge.
Today when we got home from work there were some suspicious looking bits of egg shell in the kitchen doorway. Inside the kitchen was a tipped over garbage can and a trail of empty bags all over the floor.
It seems Elvis decided to have a little snack. Hmmmmmmmm.... almost a whole loaf of the focaccia and four hard boiled eggs. Boy, are we in for a treat tonight.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

"Friends and the Unfortunate Creature" by The Cat That Would Be Heard


"One moment please..."

"Uuuuuhhhhh....blimey"

"Right with you....."

"Ahhhhhhhh, that`s it then...."

Tis not a pleasant tale I have to tell today, but it is another true and memorable one indeed.
Let us go back some years to when I was but a young lad and Benjamin still amongst us.
One pleasant summer`s evening I was home alone and ventured outside for a late night`s walk. The mistress and family were away overnight and Benjamin was staying over the yard, at the Nana`s house.
I trotted along the side of the drive, gazing up at the full moon and smelling the luscious scent of rose in the air. "Ahhhh... the beauty of it all." I thought to myself. "Truly this was a cat`s grandest life. Here, living in the country."
Of a sudden, there was a shuffling and crashing about, coming, it seemed, from the garage.
Now, you must realize, that I was the master cat of these good acres and to have such an invader, such a disturbance was troubling. Off around the corner I crept, using my best mouse catching stance.
The door to the garage was almost closed, but a foot wide opening gaped at the bottom.
"Yes....something has gotten in and is doing no good in there!" I mumbled quietly to myself. "But it must be quite large to be causing such a stir!"
Ever so quietly, I stepped closer and looked inside. All was dark, but being a cat, my eyes were able to desern a rather large creature. Almost dog-like in appearance, up to no good. No good at all.
Now, even at a young age, I was wise enough to realize that this task was none that I could handle.
Off I trotted again, rather briskly this time, to the Nana`s house, where I knew Benjamin lay somewhere inside sleeping.

Now if you`ve read my introduction of myself, you`ll know that I`m annoyingly unable to utter a proper meow, if any at all.
So there I stood in the glow of the moon, at the glass doors, making a rather unmanly sounding "Mee yek" Again I repeated it. "Mee yek" Still nothing. "Mee yek!"

Finally Benjamin dog came over to the door, glimpsed myself pitifully standing there in the dark, pressed his nose up to the glass, sniffed and promptly trotted away again."Well for bloody sake, man! Come back!" I gasped.

I`d all but given up when suddenly back he came, with the Nana, yawning, in tow.
"There you go, Ben. But do hurry up and don`t stay out with Teddy too long." And back to bed she went.
Being we animals can communicate telepathically, I at once told Benjamin my predicament. Off we both went to get the business done. I won`t go into detail here, because whilst I stood outside the garage door, Benjamin went in and shockingly took care of the business in his own way. But the sounds that could be heard. To think that our gentle giant, Benjamin had it in him. Oh my!

Meanwhile, back inside the Nana`s house, the Nana, alarmed at a screaming noise outside, was trying to rouse the Grampa from a sound sleep.
"D! D! Wake up! I think Ben is murdering Teddy!" "Whaaaaaa? Go back to sleep B. Ben wouldn`t murder Teddy" murmered the Grampa, as he fell back to sleep.
But the Nana leapt out of bed anyway and ran toward the door. She stood there a moment, in the now silence and the moon`s soft glow.
Then much to her surprise and relief up to the house sauntered Benjamin and myself. Benjamin was let in and I, who prefer my own home, went there for a peaceful night`s sleep.

The next morning the Grampa opened the garage door and found a deceased racoon, lying peacefully as if in sleep.

And now my dear friends, I shall say "Tot wij opnieuw samenkomen." or "Until we meet again."
~ Theodore