This is My "Real" Blog: November 2010

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Monday, November 15, 2010

Sixteen? Seriously?

Happy Birthday, Edison!!!

Sixteen years ago, on a cold, November day - Edison came into our lives. (He was born before digital photography, so I'm kinda limited by my selections on here) He was really a cute baby!

He's a kind, compassionate, talented kid. He keeps us laughing. . . most of the time. Emphasis on the word most.

He enjoys playing football nearly as much as he enjoys playing music. I keep thinking he gets that from me, but who knows?!?!

He has always had a strong (fierce**) love for his sister.

Always has. . . .always will.

I told him that I'd get sappy. . . but, since he's sixteen, I'll refrain from anything remotely close to emotional.

Happy 16th Birthday, Edison.
We love you.
We are extremely proud of you.

**fierce love is how my sweet, wonderful friend Beth referred to the love between her girls. As I have watched Edison's adoration grow for Caroline over the past six year, I can't think of a better word to describe or define it.

(Just another example of why I love and miss you so very much, Beth!)

Friday, November 05, 2010

Not Even Sure Where to Begin

It has been almost three weeks since I have had a day off - by myself - here at home. I have run errands already this morning, and have had two phone calls - each about 45 minutes. Now what do I do?

I have quilt projects that need to go from one step to another.
I have a house that needs to be cleaned.
I have company coming back to our house at some point this coming week.
I have a soon-to-be 16 year old's birthday to plan.

But for now, those things are going to wait. Because, I have a chocolate mocha cappuccino (with just a hint of french vanilla non-fat creamer) sitting here, and at least four (4) seasons of The Office on DVD. And right now, those are taking precedence over any other things on my to-do list.

Until next time. . . stay warm and enjoy the fall weather!

Thursday, November 04, 2010

I Will NOT Become That Mother. . . .edited

. . . okay, maybe I already have become that mother! You'll have to forgive the buttons popping off and flying all sorts of directions. But, I'm doggone proud of Caroline!!

This ad will be featured in the Saturday Sports section of the Knoxville News-Sentinel. And yes, we WILL be getting some copies for the scrapbook!!

Edited to add. . . Mark pointed out the irony that Caroline will be undergoing eye surgery in less than two weeks. We have thought about taking this ad in - hoping the surgeon will treat it as a coupon. . . ?

Monday, November 01, 2010

Which Recipe Do You Use?

Last week, while publicly living out my life on Facebook, I admitted to making Chex Mix. My status actually said, "(Angie) just made chex mix and my house smells yummy!" (Or something to that effect) A reply to my status update made me laugh.

"Which recipe did you use?"

Normally, a reply like that wouldn't necessarily make one smile, I suppose. But if you know me - or have been around me when I've been cooking - you understand why I would laugh at that question.

You see, like my wonderful mother, I have this knack. I call it a "knack" rather than referring to it as a character flaw for obvious reason. (ha!)

I usually follow a recipe one time - and then "adapt" it according to my mood, pantry inventory, or opinion.

Sometimes, this works in my favor. Other times? Not so much. I think it drives certain members of my extended family a little crazy when they ask for recipes, and I admit that I really don't use one. I mean, there are some things (sloppy joes, spaghetti sauce, etc.) that you just make by feel. . . not by a recipe.

You don't? Well, I do.

Disclaimer here: When baking, I always follow the recipe. Too much chemistry involved in rising/falling cakes & breads. I don't claim to know that much about baking to make adjustments.

But Chex Mix? That, my friends, depends entirely on what is in the pantry. Usually, I try to follow the recipe -- but I fudge a little on the amounts of contents. I mean seriously? I don't count out nine (9) cups of wheat, corn, and rice cereal bits. . . in fact, when Crispix came out - I all but gave up on the "mixed cereal" idea. (Although, I really do like the little wheat chex bits - so I sometimes buy them.) But when it comes to CM (chex mix) I always opt for:

Cheez-it crackers -- they somehow get yummier with the butter/Worcestershire mixture.
Pretzels -- nobody in my family really likes pretzels in there, but I put them in out of duty.
Nuts -- here's where things get interesting.

**If I'm making Chex Mix for our family -- I use the nuts with NO peanuts
**If I'm making Chex Mix to give away -- I buy the can with "less than 50% peanuts"

I admit it - I am a nut snob. You always get WAY more peanuts than you want, if you're honest -- or from Georgia. Give me a good cashew, pecan, or almond any day -- and you can keep your precious peanuts!

On rare occasions, I will add cheerios, bagel chips, or french fried onion rings. But typically, I stick to the recipe above.

As for the "sauce" I know the players (butter, Worcestershire sauce, onion salt, garlic powder, seasoned salt). And sometimes, I use the correct ratios. Other times I have guessed. And when I really want to get crazy, I'll add a dash of cayenne pepper. (I know. . .I'm now just giving away the key to the mint!)

Okay. . . so getting back to this most recent batch. Yesterday, while watching football, baseball, or the NASCAR race, (honestly, I can't remember which one) Mark said to me: "Honey, this Chex Mix is really good. I could do without the Cheez-It crackers, but it's really good."

My reply was something like: "Well, I'll always use Cheez-Its because I like them. I'm not sure why I put pretzels in -- because no one seems to like them."

Here's the irony: This particular time. . . no joking. . . I followed the recipe exactly.

Chex Mix: 1
My Pride: 0

So what about you? Which recipe, if any, do you use? And, are you fastidious about recipes, or do you make stuff up on the fly?

And, by saying "on the fly" I am NOT suggesting that you have flies in your food. Just sayin'. . . .