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The ALDI-vore Does Olive Bread

Translation: You can get all this at Aldi, if you want. Or not. You know that it is up to you.

This is a yummy appetizer. It is a take-off on Pioneer Woman’s olive cheese bread but the presentation and ingredient ratios are different.

Very dangerous stuff, this.

Olive Cheese Crostini

First off, buy and bake this Aldi bread

or make some of your own or whatever.

Then slice it diagonally into 1/2 inch pieces. Place the pieces on a cookie sheet/jellyroll pan and top them with the olive spread.

For the olive spread combine this in a bowl:
About 4 oz. of each black and green olives with pimento (Buy the whole ones and chop them yourself. You’ll have some leftover, about 2 oz. of each will remain. Happy snacking!)
1/3 cup minced sweet yellow onion
5 T. butter, softened
1/3 cup mayo
½ lb. montjack cheese, grated

Sort of mound the spread a bit on each bread slice.

It will flatten as it cooks. 325 degrees for about 10 minutes. Then turn on the broiler and cook for a few minutes until spotty brown. (Don’t turn your back!)

The finished crostini should look something like this.

Yummola! Oh, and if you have extra olive spread then warm up a few tablespoons and use it as an omelette filling. Too good.

The ALDI-vore Does Olive Bread

Translation: You can get all this at Aldi, if you want. Or not. You know that it is up to you.

This is a yummy appetizer. It is a take-off on Pioneer Woman’s olive cheese bread but the presentation and ingredient ratios are different.

Very dangerous stuff, this.

Olive Cheese Crostini

First off, buy and bake this Aldi bread

or make some of your own or whatever.

Then slice it diagonally into 1/2 inch pieces. Place the pieces on a cookie sheet/jellyroll pan and top them with the olive spread.

For the olive spread combine this in a bowl:
About 4 oz. of each black and green olives with pimento (Buy the whole ones and chop them yourself. You’ll have some leftover, about 2 oz. of each will remain. Happy snacking!)
1/3 cup minced sweet yellow onion
5 T. butter, softened
1/3 cup mayo
½ lb. montjack cheese, grated

Sort of mound the spread a bit on each bread slice.

It will flatten as it cooks. 325 degrees for about 10 minutes. Then turn on the broiler and cook for a few minutes until spotty brown. (Don’t turn your back!)

The finished crostini should look something like this.

Yummola! Oh, and if you have extra olive spread then warm up a few tablespoons and use it as an omelette filling. Too good.

I Love, LOVE This Song
It puts a smile on my face. I hope that you’ll like it, too.

You get a chance you put your dancing shoes on.
Words to live by, y’all.

p.s. You can get a download of a nice acoustic version here.

I Love, LOVE This Song
It puts a smile on my face. I hope that you’ll like it, too.

You get a chance you put your dancing shoes on.
Words to live by, y’all.

p.s. You can get a download of a nice acoustic version here.

I Love, LOVE This Song
It puts a smile on my face. I hope that you’ll like it, too.

You get a chance you put your dancing shoes on.
Words to live by, y’all.

p.s. You can get a download of a nice acoustic version here.

Sometimes I Wonder
what it would be like

for my children to have hair that different from each other.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like

if my oldest son just looked at the animals instead of talking to them like they are old, dear friends. Here he is conversing at length with a camel he called Cousin Lenny.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if my children actually knew how to chill out and just sit around for a little while.

At least they entertain themselves well. Swing your partner!

And then, I decide not to wonder anymore and to just love all the craziness of this life and to drink a beer.

Good plan, right?

Sometimes I Wonder
what it would be like

for my children to have hair that different from each other.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like

if my oldest son just looked at the animals instead of talking to them like they are old, dear friends. Here he is conversing at length with a camel he called Cousin Lenny.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if my children actually knew how to chill out and just sit around for a little while.

At least they entertain themselves well. Swing your partner!

And then, I decide not to wonder anymore and to just love all the craziness of this life and to drink a beer.

Good plan, right?

Sometimes I Wonder
what it would be like

for my children to have hair that different from each other.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like

if my oldest son just looked at the animals instead of talking to them like they are old, dear friends. Here he is conversing at length with a camel he called Cousin Lenny.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if my children actually knew how to chill out and just sit around for a little while.

At least they entertain themselves well. Swing your partner!

And then, I decide not to wonder anymore and to just love all the craziness of this life and to drink a beer.

Good plan, right?

His Costume
A couple of weekends ago our church had its annual Harvest Party. One of the activities every year is a costume contest.

Well, I am a slacker. I didn’t really talk about the costume contest all that much. Therefore no one asked for help with his costume. My laziness truly knows no bounds.

When we got there costume-less, my oldest son decided that he wanted to be in the costume contest.

He walked over to where the judging was taking place.

He told them that he wanted to enter.

It was patiently explained to him that to be judged in the costume contest one actually had to be wearing a costume. The folks running the judging kindly pointed out to him that the jeans, t-shirt and hoodie he was sporting didn’t really count.

Oh, but he insisted that he was wearing a costume.

They asked him what he was dressed as. He replied,

“I’m the employee of the month.”

His Costume
A couple of weekends ago our church had its annual Harvest Party. One of the activities every year is a costume contest.

Well, I am a slacker. I didn’t really talk about the costume contest all that much. Therefore no one asked for help with his costume. My laziness truly knows no bounds.

When we got there costume-less, my oldest son decided that he wanted to be in the costume contest.

He walked over to where the judging was taking place.

He told them that he wanted to enter.

It was patiently explained to him that to be judged in the costume contest one actually had to be wearing a costume. The folks running the judging kindly pointed out to him that the jeans, t-shirt and hoodie he was sporting didn’t really count.

Oh, but he insisted that he was wearing a costume.

They asked him what he was dressed as. He replied,

“I’m the employee of the month.”