is yummy. This recipe is a really easy cake/bread to make. Also, the bread is really pretty. So many times, baked goods can taste wonderful but look really, really brown. Not that brown is unattractive, but it is sort of plain looking. This bread is brown, but when cut it has a beautiful polka dotted look with all of those cranberries in there. It is also a delightful mixture of sweet and tart flavors. Bake it as directed in the recipe but make sure to top it with plenty of raw or turbinado sugar.
Also, J is singing Elvis again, sort of, and you should check it out on Wacktopia. Wonder if he could find work as an Elvis impersonater? That’d be hilarious.
is yummy. This recipe is a really easy cake/bread to make. Also, the bread is really pretty. So many times, baked goods can taste wonderful but look really, really brown. Not that brown is unattractive, but it is sort of plain looking. This bread is brown, but when cut it has a beautiful polka dotted look with all of those cranberries in there. It is also a delightful mixture of sweet and tart flavors. Bake it as directed in the recipe but make sure to top it with plenty of raw or turbinado sugar.
Also, J is singing Elvis again, sort of, and you should check it out on Wacktopia. Wonder if he could find work as an Elvis impersonater? That’d be hilarious.
I’m Not In the Market for Jewelry,
but, if I was, I would be seriously tempted by Anada Khalsa’s lovely pieces. Each one is a work of art. I’m serious — they each contain a miniature painting. If you click over make sure to look at the “Maple” selection.
I’m Not In the Market for Jewelry,
but, if I was, I would be seriously tempted by Anada Khalsa’s lovely pieces. Each one is a work of art. I’m serious — they each contain a miniature painting. If you click over make sure to look at the “Maple” selection.
I’m Not In the Market for Jewelry,
but, if I was, I would be seriously tempted by Anada Khalsa’s lovely pieces. Each one is a work of art. I’m serious — they each contain a miniature painting. If you click over make sure to look at the “Maple” selection.
…that browned butter anything is just too darn tempting. So, that recipe that I mentioned earlier this week — it’s dangerous, I tell you.
…that it really is true that burnt garlic is awful, big time. I made a tomato sauce this week that contained garlic that had cooked just a snazz too long and it was truly terrible. Jon tasted the sauce, thinking that I was blowing its vileness out of proportion. He found that I wasn’t. There are big spaces in this world for optimism. Amongst the burnt garlic….well, not so much. Sometimes there just isn’t any fixing to be had.
…that my oldest son is serious about telephoning the Jim Hensen Company. He’s found the phone number and has told me of his intention of giving them a ring and demanding to speak to Red Fraggle. We’ve been over about how Red Fraggle will not come to the phone since she can’t since she is a puppet being operated and given speech by humans but still he remains determined.
…that, in other news, my oldest is figuring out the ways of the world, somewhat. The other day, he announced to me and all occupying the office of his school that a student there, let’s call him Chris, is, “Rotten to the CORE!” When your autistic son recognizes this in another person it is a cause for celebration. Especially when, after your son has left the office bound for class, you ask the folks in the office, “So, this Chris, is he really that bad?” and they say, “Pretty much.” I just love it when my J gets what other people are up to. It makes my day.
…that my search for the perfect baked macaroni and cheese is now over. I give up. I’m done. I’ve found many a wonderful recipe but none has met with the approval needed for me to keep making it. So, like I said, done. This is my white flag.
…good, powerful song writing is wonderful but best taken in small doses. I’m talking about songs with lyrics that remind you that you’re breathing before commencing to beating you up, a little. That is why jangly songs like Everyday from Vetiver are good. “Entertaining but unlikely to cause any emotional damage” is a category of music for me. You can get a free mp3 by clicking here.
…that I want to see the new Harry Potter movie. I hope that they get it right. I’ve overlooked a lot until now, but if the filmmakers don’t do right by Neville and Dobby, well, then I know what side of the fence I’ll come down on. *Interesting fact: One of my sons once had a teacher who liked the Harry Potter books but had an intense dislike for Dobby. I did not think it possible to dislike him and have since pondered this occasionally. How could someone not like Dobby? I can’t wrap my mind around it.*
…I need to get to the store as soon as possible to get my Advent candles. It starts on the 28th, I think. Somehow Advent always gets the drop on me — but hopefully not this year.
…that I need to wrap up this silly, mundane, opinionated post and tell y’all that I hope that you have a pleasant Sunday.
…that browned butter anything is just too darn tempting. So, that recipe that I mentioned earlier this week — it’s dangerous, I tell you.
…that it really is true that burnt garlic is awful, big time. I made a tomato sauce this week that contained garlic that had cooked just a snazz too long and it was truly terrible. Jon tasted the sauce, thinking that I was blowing its vileness out of proportion. He found that I wasn’t. There are big spaces in this world for optimism. Amongst the burnt garlic….well, not so much. Sometimes there just isn’t any fixing to be had.
…that my oldest son is serious about telephoning the Jim Hensen Company. He’s found the phone number and has told me of his intention of giving them a ring and demanding to speak to Red Fraggle. We’ve been over about how Red Fraggle will not come to the phone since she can’t since she is a puppet being operated and given speech by humans but still he remains determined.
…that, in other news, my oldest is figuring out the ways of the world, somewhat. The other day, he announced to me and all occupying the office of his school that a student there, let’s call him Chris, is, “Rotten to the CORE!” When your autistic son recognizes this in another person it is a cause for celebration. Especially when, after your son has left the office bound for class, you ask the folks in the office, “So, this Chris, is he really that bad?” and they say, “Pretty much.” I just love it when my J gets what other people are up to. It makes my day.
…that my search for the perfect baked macaroni and cheese is now over. I give up. I’m done. I’ve found many a wonderful recipe but none has met with the approval needed for me to keep making it. So, like I said, done. This is my white flag.
…good, powerful song writing is wonderful but best taken in small doses. I’m talking about songs with lyrics that remind you that you’re breathing before commencing to beating you up, a little. That is why jangly songs like Everyday from Vetiver are good. “Entertaining but unlikely to cause any emotional damage” is a category of music for me. You can get a free mp3 by clicking here.
…that I want to see the new Harry Potter movie. I hope that they get it right. I’ve overlooked a lot until now, but if the filmmakers don’t do right by Neville and Dobby, well, then I know what side of the fence I’ll come down on. *Interesting fact: One of my sons once had a teacher who liked the Harry Potter books but had an intense dislike for Dobby. I did not think it possible to dislike him and have since pondered this occasionally. How could someone not like Dobby? I can’t wrap my mind around it.*
…I need to get to the store as soon as possible to get my Advent candles. It starts on the 28th, I think. Somehow Advent always gets the drop on me — but hopefully not this year.
…that I need to wrap up this silly, mundane, opinionated post and tell y’all that I hope that you have a pleasant Sunday.
…that browned butter anything is just too darn tempting. So, that recipe that I mentioned earlier this week — it’s dangerous, I tell you.
…that it really is true that burnt garlic is awful, big time. I made a tomato sauce this week that contained garlic that had cooked just a snazz too long and it was truly terrible. Jon tasted the sauce, thinking that I was blowing its vileness out of proportion. He found that I wasn’t. There are big spaces in this world for optimism. Amongst the burnt garlic….well, not so much. Sometimes there just isn’t any fixing to be had.
…that my oldest son is serious about telephoning the Jim Hensen Company. He’s found the phone number and has told me of his intention of giving them a ring and demanding to speak to Red Fraggle. We’ve been over about how Red Fraggle will not come to the phone since she can’t since she is a puppet being operated and given speech by humans but still he remains determined.
…that, in other news, my oldest is figuring out the ways of the world, somewhat. The other day, he announced to me and all occupying the office of his school that a student there, let’s call him Chris, is, “Rotten to the CORE!” When your autistic son recognizes this in another person it is a cause for celebration. Especially when, after your son has left the office bound for class, you ask the folks in the office, “So, this Chris, is he really that bad?” and they say, “Pretty much.” I just love it when my J gets what other people are up to. It makes my day.
…that my search for the perfect baked macaroni and cheese is now over. I give up. I’m done. I’ve found many a wonderful recipe but none has met with the approval needed for me to keep making it. So, like I said, done. This is my white flag.
…good, powerful song writing is wonderful but best taken in small doses. I’m talking about songs with lyrics that remind you that you’re breathing before commencing to beating you up, a little. That is why jangly songs like Everyday from Vetiver are good. “Entertaining but unlikely to cause any emotional damage” is a category of music for me. You can get a free mp3 by clicking here.
…that I want to see the new Harry Potter movie. I hope that they get it right. I’ve overlooked a lot until now, but if the filmmakers don’t do right by Neville and Dobby, well, then I know what side of the fence I’ll come down on. *Interesting fact: One of my sons once had a teacher who liked the Harry Potter books but had an intense dislike for Dobby. I did not think it possible to dislike him and have since pondered this occasionally. How could someone not like Dobby? I can’t wrap my mind around it.*
…I need to get to the store as soon as possible to get my Advent candles. It starts on the 28th, I think. Somehow Advent always gets the drop on me — but hopefully not this year.
…that I need to wrap up this silly, mundane, opinionated post and tell y’all that I hope that you have a pleasant Sunday.
My youngest son, E, who is in first grade, pretends that he is some sort of dinosaur for part of every day. Usually he is a Velociraptor.
Okay, now you have the background you need to appreciate this little story.
A few days ago, I picked up my younger two boys at the end of their school day. We were headed to get my 12 year old at his school when my youngest started telling me about his day.
E: Ellen kissed me on the cheek today.
Me: Oh…okay. Well, is she a little girl in your class?
E: Yes, she’s my girlfriend.
Me: Hmmm, well, did you kiss her in return? (I was thinking that this is the most kiss-happy child in the world and it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary…)
E: No.
Me: Well, you know I’m not against kissing in general, but I don’t know if they really want the students to be kissing each other at school. What do you think?
E: (not pay attention to my response, said, recollecting happily) You know, Ellen’s kiss was just like Cathy’s. Cathy was a girl in my kindergarten who kissed me on the cheek last year.
At this moment E’s older brother was looking at him with a mixture of incredulity and disgust. Kissing girls is not on his list. Not only is his little brother kissing, but little brother is liking the kissing. Yuck!
Me: Well, E, just don’t get into trouble with the girls or do any kissing yourself, okay? (Amused, I mumbled to myself, “E, the first grade lady killer”.)
E: (gazing out the window, dreamily murmured) Yes, I’m just a Raptor who LOVES to mate!
I was laughing so hard that I nearly drove the car into a ditch.
Just another day in the life of the Dino Lover, I guess.
My youngest son, E, who is in first grade, pretends that he is some sort of dinosaur for part of every day. Usually he is a Velociraptor.
Okay, now you have the background you need to appreciate this little story.
A few days ago, I picked up my younger two boys at the end of their school day. We were headed to get my 12 year old at his school when my youngest started telling me about his day.
E: Ellen kissed me on the cheek today.
Me: Oh…okay. Well, is she a little girl in your class?
E: Yes, she’s my girlfriend.
Me: Hmmm, well, did you kiss her in return? (I was thinking that this is the most kiss-happy child in the world and it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary…)
E: No.
Me: Well, you know I’m not against kissing in general, but I don’t know if they really want the students to be kissing each other at school. What do you think?
E: (not pay attention to my response, said, recollecting happily) You know, Ellen’s kiss was just like Cathy’s. Cathy was a girl in my kindergarten who kissed me on the cheek last year.
At this moment E’s older brother was looking at him with a mixture of incredulity and disgust. Kissing girls is not on his list. Not only is his little brother kissing, but little brother is liking the kissing. Yuck!
Me: Well, E, just don’t get into trouble with the girls or do any kissing yourself, okay? (Amused, I mumbled to myself, “E, the first grade lady killer”.)
E: (gazing out the window, dreamily murmured) Yes, I’m just a Raptor who LOVES to mate!
I was laughing so hard that I nearly drove the car into a ditch.
Just another day in the life of the Dino Lover, I guess.
