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Sleepy…

May 24th, 2009 by Kristen

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It’s Sunday and I’m the only human awake in the house.  Some chores have been started/finished/looked at while every one is still in a horizontal I’m still sleeping body.

And yet I’m awake.

ALC wanted out.  And out.  Out again.  How much was I need to go pee, please, omg, if you don’t let me out I”ll puddle on the floor needs?  Or was it oh, please, oh please, let me go look at the cheeeeeeeeeeeeeekins (chickens)?

Yes, chickens.  Andaulusions.  2 months old.  Three of them.  Pullets, soon to be hens.  Not dinner.  Pictures coming.

A splash (that’s a dirty looking white), a blue (which looks more grey to me), and a black which is just black.  They talk.  They scratch.  They enthrall my dogs.

But do they have to do it a 6 freaking am on a Sunday?

It appears so.

To top it all off, I forgot this was Memorial day weekend.  Don’t ask how.  It’s easy in the land of Chaos to forget holidays and which day it is.

Will it be a lazy day?  Uhm, hell no.  I wouldn’t be that lucky.

Retro Man’s neice is graduating today.

Reduce, reuse, recycle and burn, baby, burn day.  A trip to the burn gods (aka as the waste to energy incinerator).

If I have a spare moment, and a working pair of brain cells, the scones.  Make them.  Inhale the aroma that is cinammon, brown sugar and then consume with a mad twinkle in my eye and a cackle dancing through the house from my laughter that says all is good in my tummy.

Then collapse with the book I’m reading— Curse the Dawn by Karen Chance.

Plans for this weekend?  Reading something good, bad, or ho-hum?

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Nom Nom Nom

May 22nd, 2009 by Kristen

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On the menu for today: scones.

I hope I can do it today but if not, it’ll be done this weekend.  The idea of having these on hand is making my tummy rumble and grumble and dare I say, make the mouth drool?

I’m a sucker for cinnamon brown sugar combos.  Poptarts.  Cinnamon rolls.  Just a few items that put that together and make me nom nom nom.

Have a favorite bakery item?

Cinnamon Scones

Filling:
1/4 cup flour
1/2 cup brown sugar, packed
2 teaspoons cinnamon
4 tablespoons butter, softened

Scones:
2 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
1/3 cup sugar
1 tablespoon baking powder
3/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup buttermilk
1 egg, beaten
4 tablespoons butter, melted

Topping:
3 teaspoons sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon

Preheat oven to 425 degrees F. Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper

In a small bowl combine filling ingredients until they form a thick, crumbly paste. Set aside.

In large bowl mix flour, sugar, salt and baking powder. Combine beaten egg with buttermilk and add about 3/4 of the mixture to the flour along with the melted butter. Using a fork, stir until dough comes together, adding more buttermilk mixture if too dry. Just as dough is coming together, turn onto floured service and kneed 4 or 5 times gently, just to bring dough together nicely.

Pat dough out into a rectangle, about 10×16-inches. Place filling evenly along one, long side of the rectangle. Fold long side of dough over filling, ending up with a rectangle about 5×16-inches. Seal edges.

Slice into 4 rectangles, each 5X4-inches. Slice each rectangle on the diagonal, ending with 8 triangle shaped scones. Place scones on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. Brush tops with remaining buttermilk mixture, or if none is left, with plain buttermilk. Combine cinnamon and sugar and sprinkle over tops of scones.

Bake at 425 F for 14-16 minutes or until firm and lightly browned. Serve while still slightly warm or cool completely.

Makes 8 scones.

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Oh, we’re you…

May 21st, 2009 by Kristen

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We're you expecting something?waiting for something to appear here today?

I kept Kris busy today.  Over here, over there,  I had her going in circles for a bit.

We went visiting, too.  And much play time with the Jellybeans.

I made certain she wasn’t near the computer all day long.

After all, aren’t I cuter than her keyboard that is missing most of the letters on the keys?

Thought so.

Ooops, gotta go.  There’s an alien trying to enter the yard and I must defend the family.

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Sunny day

May 20th, 2009 by Kristen

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funny pictures of cats with captions
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It’s a perfect day to take a book outside (currently reading Curse the Dawn) and just laze about watching the ALC run around in the freshly mowed grass while devouring a book I can’t put down.

Also a fine day to bake.  But what?  Hmm, must think.

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Someday

May 19th, 2009 by Kristen

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Someday I’ll rise before the sun
and watch the trees and grass ignite with a golden touch
chasing the fog and the night
leaving nothing but promise ahead.
Will I stand there
alone in my moment
listening to birds awaken,
their chirps and cheeps
a symphony of sound and joy
greeting the start of a new day.

Someday I’ll look outside
at the grass
and see the fairies
busy
their wings fluttering
kissed by morning light
dusting here
there
leaving glistening drops of dew
that sparkle
and shine
like so many gems.

Someday I’ll watch the clouds float by
before the dawn is done
touching the pink sky
hurrying to catch up to it’s midnight lover
wondering if they’ll ever meet up again
or are they destined
to play tag forever more.

Someday I’ll watch the kittens
curled in a sun beam
and feel the touch of warmth from where I sit.
Their little whiskers will twitch
paws will run
and perhaps I’ll be with them
in that dream,
chasing dust bunnies
and bugs.

Some day I’ll dance with out a thought
or care of who might see me.
I’ll smile
and listen to the music
only I can hear
letting the worries
float away
with nary a thought
as my feet dance for me.

Someday sneaks around
on padded feet
and thoughtful stares
It watches
waits
for a moment
that never comes.

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Mmmm….Monday

May 18th, 2009 by Kristen

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Finding a recipe that works for me when a baking urge hits is a plus.  The urge for something hit, a craving, a want, something that just coulnd’t be foud in Retro-Man’s stash of safe for a million years goodies.

What to do.  What to do.  A freezer full of freshly frozen peaches.  A sudden want for summer to hit my mouth and put a smile on it.

Out the peaches trotted, thawing, I went about my day and wondered what I’d do with them.  Syrup for pancakes? No.  Not quite what the craving is crying for.

A pie?  No.   Never been a big peach pie fan.  Sadness.

A cobbler.  A warm, oozing sweetness and summer cobbler that will curl my toes with the first bite.

Did I want my cookbook recipes?  The books fallen and disorganized, neglected by me for too long, or did I want something new?

And I landed here. A place I don’t always head towards for a recipe.  Mainly because I never have what they call for and that puts a crimp in my frustrated cooking creativity.

Peach Cobbler
by Paula Deen

Ingredients

  • 4 cups peeled, sliced peaches
  • 2 cups sugar, divided
  • 1/2 cup water
  • 8 tablespoons butter
  • 1 1/2 cups self-rising flour
  • 1 1/2 cups milk
  • Ground cinnamon, optional

Directions

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

Combine the peaches, 1 cup sugar, and water in a saucepan and mix well. Bring to a boil and simmer for 10 minutes. Remove from the heat.

Put the butter in a 3-quart baking dish and place in oven to melt.

Mix remaining 1 cup sugar, flour, and milk slowly to prevent clumping. Pour mixture over melted butter. Do not stir. Spoon fruit on top, gently pouring in syrup. Sprinkle top with ground cinnamon, if using. Batter will rise to top during baking. Bake for 30 to 45 minutes.

To serve, scoop onto a plate and serve with your choice of whipped cream or vanilla ice cream.

Surprisingly, I had all that.  Well, well.  How’d that happen?

Truthfully, I didn’t measure.  I tossed some butter, melted it, measured the flour, the sugar (except in the peaches begging for my attention), the water and the milk.  I didn’t add the cinnamon because I got sidetracked by the Alien Love Child.

Then I paced while it baked going a wee bit crazy with the aroma floating through a warm house.

Mighty fine warm and equally tasty lightly chilled.

Now if I just had some fresh whipped cream.

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A quiet spring morning…

May 17th, 2009 by Kristen

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Birds singing.

The smell of dew on grass needing to be mowed.

The blue sky dusted with powder sugar clouds.

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Sleepy Saturday…

May 16th, 2009 by Kristen

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How can something so cute be so wicked at times? on Twitpic

Almost makes me want to curl up and nap, too.

What’s up today?

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May 16th, 2009 by Kristen

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They sneak, they scramble from under the furniture to the  designated meeting area in the middle of the now deserted living room.

What pets remain within the boundaries are ignored since they can’t be heard over the snoring of said Bassadore.

“Are we all here?”  His grey coat and bent whiskers establish his rank, his standing within the Tribe.  He is elder for he has outlive the device that sucks them to the angry gods the longest.

Seeing the collective nods, he tightens his grip on his gnarled staff.  “Good.  It is time we plan our next attack.  She has broken the treaty and taken some of our best infilitrators.”

GrumpousDictatoris gives individual attention to certain members of his tribe, allowing a sense of pleasure to flow through him at their obvious happiness at his remarks.

“WE must ramp up our efforts to subvert HER attention.  Frazzle her that she shall throw her hands up and declare the Minions must attend to the battle. “  He lets a dusty laugh out, his shoulders shaking.

“But…but…Great G, there is a new weapon she weilds.  It’s green and I saw it take my mommy last week.”

Yes, he’d heard of the new torture device.  A wand-like thing with a huge ass green cloth that grabs on to many of his people.  It too must be dealt with but he hadn’t considered that battle plan yet.  Maybe the Alien Love Child could be recruited to help sabatoge the item.

“Yes, Gimpy, the Council has taken notice.  Of many things happening withing the realm of Chaos.  We were planning a new strategy when She broke the treaty.  Report to your chiefs and get your orders.  For tonight we plan and tomorrow–  it’s war.”

Pleased, Grumpous retires to the tv stand and settles into his comfortable chair.  His great-great grandson rushes over and positions his foot stool.  The TV flickers on and The F Word is heard.  Yes it is good to be king, now if only he could get room service from the Kitchen Tribe.

That would be near nirvana.

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Friday. Finally

May 15th, 2009 by Kristen

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It’s been one of those weeks.

For some reason the cutie below thinks she doesn’t need to follow doctor’s orders.

Where's my treat?

Where's my treat?

Why should she, she must be thinking, when I’m that cute.

Last week she had surgery.  Major surgery.  The usual spay (yes, we love to break our pets except for the unfortunate accident with Cosi), two teeth removed (why did she hang on to baby teeth?) and the biggy, the first knee repair.

Yes, this cute little dog, a terror on 4 paws, came with two stage 3 knees.

Surgery was a snap.  Directions, meds and a happy to be home pup started last week off with a bang.

It’s also left me beating my head against the desk.  Often.

“Keep the animal quiet for the next 5-7 days.  Use a leash or a crate to assist with this.”     Yeah.  Right.  Quiet?  Does he know this pup?  Never met a situation she wasn’t afraid of?

By day three I was swinging for the chandelier in frustration.

No jumping off furniture.  See.  Read the notes from the vet.  Blink.  Blink.  Off she goes with her pain meds on board and a sedative too that didn’t slow her down.

No, why should it?

All I could see, after these few times she slipped on her orders are the knee, nicely fixed, nicely messed up. X-rays in 4 weeks.

I may have my sanity.  It’s questionable.

Now if the fur on her widdle leg would just grow back a bit faster.

Plans for the weekend?

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