Welcome to our Fly on the Wall group post. Today 12 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house,and then check out the other houses too! Links to all of the crazy bloggers are at the bottom of this post.
April finds me whirling around like a Dervish. I usually thrive on multi-tasking, but you may have noticed that my personality has suffered a bit. In other words, do NOT come in my kitchen! Or talk to me. Or expect me to feed you. Several deadlines are all looming, and I’ve actually had to resort to putting a priority list down on paper instead of juggling things around in my head. You’ve been pretty good about staying on the ceiling, out of my way, but the other occupants of this house haven’t been as helpful.
And how those occupants have multiplied!
We had decided NO MORE DOGS after we lost our German Shorthair last fall. We had Otis, our yellow lab, and that was enough; he seemed happy to be an “only child.” Oh, occasionally a box of puppies at the feed store would tempt me, and The Man and Lord Voldemort were lobbying for a dog that was trained to hunt for antlers that the deer, elk, and moose shed every year. I made myself walk away from the box-o’-pups, and a shed-hunting dog was out of our budget completely, so we had no plans for another dog.
You hear it coming, don’t you?
My husband booted up a hunting site he chats in, and there was a 2 year old black lab, a trained shed dog, free to a good home. Her owners had to move to an apartment, and she was miserable there. I can’t say I was consulted; by the time I realized what was going on, The Man was already on the phone, saying “We’ll take her”, but I was wholeheartedly in favor. So Daisy joined the family, and she has stolen all of our hearts. Otis loves having her to play with, and even the cats like her. Of course, she went into heat right after we got her, so there has been a lot of yelling, screaming, and shooting of BB guns going on to ward off the neighbor dogs. And Miss Daisy went right to the vet to avoid eight or ten more little family members!
I also brought home some chicks on my last run to town. I got out of the car holding a white cardboard box that look very much like a pastry box. If The Man could hear better, he would have known immediately what was in the box. Six chicks can make an awful lot of noise! But he can’t hear well (don’t get me started) and for a brief moment he looked excited and hopeful, thinking I’d brought him home a treat. The guilty look on my face must have given me away, because the first thing he said was: “that had better not be chicks”. Oops.
We needed them (the old girls are about to go to freezer boot camp) but we weren’t ready. He spent the next hour fixing up the brooder box while I scurried around trying to keep them warm enough. A heating pad under the box and one over the top, and they were just fine. Now they’re all cozy in their home for the next six weeks. This means the pressure is on my husband, because he is the one who will have to dispatch Laverne, Shirley, Thelma, Louise, Lucy, Ethel, Betty, Wilma, Rachel, Phoebe, Monica, Dorothy, Rose, Blanche, Sophia, Kendra, and Holly. I will be gone that day – guaranteed!
And I’ve learned my lesson…I won’t be naming these young ladies!
My Homemaker’s Club Spring Tea is coming up next week, and I am making nut cups for 80 women. The theme this year is “Elegance and Old Lace” so I bought lace and tried starching circles of it to go around the little cups. I was fussing over them, weaving a little ribbon through the lace (not sure I liked the way they looked) and The Man was hovering over my shoulder giving me
a headache guidance. Finally I cut, colored and starched little doilies out of a tablecloth I had, and asked him what he thought. Helpfully, he said “if you put the doily on the cup, and the drawstring, you can call it a nutsack.
Yeah, that would go over real well. He’s a charmer.
I had to laugh later, though, when I heard him singing from the other room. It was the Mr. Rogers tune, and he was crooning: “I’m a beautiful guy in the neighborhood.” Really? I started snickering and he assured me ““You got the whole package, Lor. Cute, funny, playful.” I could add to that list. I could! But I’ll take the high road…this time.
When I try a recipe and it fails, I don’t usually post pictures for everyone to see. But a monumental fail calls for documentation, so here’s my attempt at an “heirloom” Easter recipe. It was supposed to be a beautiful Kulich, but the recipe had me pouring oil over the dough and trying to work it in with my hands. It was a fairly expensive recipe to make, so I didn’t give up…just kept trying to “fix” it. Huh. The only word for this big, sloppy mess is FAIL. We did get a good laugh out of it though. You can find this (and my ham fail) in my April Yummy Northwest column. There are some good recipes on there, too!
Do you have one of these? I do. The Man gave it to me for Christmas a few years back. I usually try to be polite and appreciative; it’s the thought that counts, right? But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t! I looked at him slack-jawed and waited for an explanation. He said, and I quote: “I thought you’d like it. It’s for our diet.”
I can see every woman’s eyes roll back in their head right now. If there are any men reading this, they’re probably looking around, shaking their heads, going “Whaaaa?” Just for the record, never, NEVER give your wife a gift with a cord on it unless she specifically tells you that’s what she wants. And even then, get something personal to go along with it. And never ever EVER give her something that has the words “Fat Reducing” on it. Trust me!
But I digress.
I used this machine exactly twice. I mean, I cook with butter and cream for heaven’s sake. I really don’t think that squeezing a few drops of fat out of a piece of meat is going to make a huge impact on my diet. And it’s just another hard-to-clean appliance. The darn thing was taking up shelf space in my fruit room, so after brainstorming with The Man, we came up with some other uses for it. Here are a few:
I even tried a recipe in it, doing my best to thwart the healthy vibes it was emitting. It isn’t a thing of beauty, but it’s easy and tasty. It would have been really good with a dollop of whipped cream on top, but I didn’t think of it at the time. The other possibility would be marshmallow cream (or a leftover Peep?) on the inside of the cake. I used a few marshmallows, and they added sweetness but disappeared as the cakes grilled.
In case your mind works anything like mine, don’t even consider dipping it in an egg mixture. It doesn’t come out like French toast…it turns into a soggy mess. You’re welcome!
You know I rarely make a single batch of anything. When I make a cake, I make extra and freeze a layer or two. It comes in very handy when you have to produce a dessert quickly (trifle) or want to take something special to a friend (petits fours) or get a sudden craving for Grilled Pineapple Cakewiches.
|Grilled Pineapple Cakewiches|| |
- Thin slices of white or yellow cake (easiest to do if cake is frozen!)
- Pineapple slices
- Brown sugar
- Marshmallows (or marshmallow cream)
- Heat the grill to 375
- Butter both sides of cake slices
- Put 1 teaspoon of brown sugar on each slice. Sprinkle with cinnamon
- Add either 6-7 mini or 1 large marshmallow, or a spoonful of marshmallow cream on one side.
- Top with 1 slice of pineapple and turn over on top of the other piece of cake to make a "sandwich"
- Cook for 4 minutes, or until the outside of the grilled cake is a rich golden brown.
- Serve with a fork and a dollop of whipped cream.
Love my Easter hat! And do you know what the best part of it is?
Okay, buzz off and visit these fun blogs!
Baking In a Tornado
Just a Little Nutty
The Sadder But Wiser Girl
Follow Me Home
Spatulas on Parade
Stacy Sews and Schools
Someone Else’s Genius
Go Mama O
“Mean Green Chicken Shit Scraping Machine” – I like it!!!
Thank you for sharing your April stories, have fun with Daisy and the chicks 🙂
I’ll be over for that pineapple cakewich!
It’s a bit of a drive for you, Tamara…but you’re welcome any time! And I think I could do better than the cakewich 🙂
My husband actually bought me one of those grills and a griddle for Valentine’s Day, but believe it or not, I was pretty happy about it. The grill ended up breaking, so I just bought a new one. Daisy is beautiful!! I want a dog so bad! And I love the names of your chickens! haha
Oh, Lord. I think Valentine’s Day is even worse than Christmas! You seriously shouldn’t have reinforced that kind of behavior 😉 Daisy is just as sweet as can be…love that girl! Interestingly, I had a black lab named Daisy 3 years ago, and she died before she was a year old of an incurable disease. I loved her SO much and miss her like crazy. When I heard this little girl was named Daisy, I melted. And she looks and acts just like my old Daisy. Sniff. It was meant to be!
YAY for the new family members!!!
I am still laughing over the new uses for the Lean Mean Grilling Machine!!! TOOOOO FUNNY!!!!
Thanks, Stacy! Seriously, I HATE that thing – I may actually use it as a boot scraper.
I love the names for all your girls. 🙂 I’m a TV junkie, so they were perfect!
Turning that GF grill into a cakewich maker??? That might be the most brilliant thing I’ve ever heard. Talk about re-purposing!!
And I just love your Daisy girl. That sweet face. So glad she’s transitioned right into the family!!
Thanks, My Fren Jen. Yeah, well…cute names aren’t going to save the girls from the ultimate sacrifice, but they were fun to come up with! Daisy is a love. For some reason, her personality doesn’t shine through in photos. She really has a sweet temperament.
You have the most adorable new family members. Hope they bring you lots of joy. I’m still sitting here giggling over the uses of the grilling machine. Genius.
Thanks Karen. The new family members are all very sweet. Unfortunately, they all poop. Can’t they make pets that don’t DO that?
Lori, you are an amazing writer! If you turned your posts into an ebook and marketed it like Modern Old Fashioned Life or something else, i’m sure it would be a hit.
Thank you so much, Sandy! I’m (slowly) working on something of the sort. Thanks for reading and commenting…that’s always very encouraging.
Loving your bunny hat. THE TAIL!!
Great Fly post. Giggled my way through the whole thing.
Thank you! I sent my granddaughter one of the hats. Wish we lived close enough to bake together!
Have I told you lately that I love you? Your husband? The nut sack comment just about made me cry.
We have that silly George Foreman grill. I think I used it once. What good is a burger without all the fat??
Congrats and welcome to your new pup. Now, whats this “no-shed” business? I need a piece of that.
PLEASE update any new names for the chicks. I don’t know if it’s good or completely , desperately sad that I recognized every single one…
😀 Love you back, Michele! I’m glad someone saw the nut sack comment! Laughing – not a shed-free dog. A dog that hunts sheds. Antlers. Deer shed their antlers every year, and the guys like to look for them and collect them. Someone near here just made $4,000 selling his to someone who makes chandeliers. My oldest son makes knife handles out of them.
Ha! Oh no! I feel silly about the shed-free thing… 🙁 Cheers to bringing in some big money, though!
😀 Wish I could own a shed-free dog! I’m forever picking dog hair out of my mouth at night, and have to sticky roller myself from head to toe before I bake! Ah well…it’s the price of love I guess.
You named all your chickens? I’m sad for them… and you!
The nutsack comment though… OMG! That’s something my husband would have said! Men, right?
I did. At the time, it seemed like a good idea, but the time flew by so fast! They’re 3 years old and out of 19 chickens I’m getting 3-5 eggs a day…not real cost effective. And the eggs we are getting are from the 4 young ones we hatched. This is the hard part about raising animals for food. 🙁
I think men stop maturing at about the age of 8. Seriously! Gotta love ’em.
I love your new family member! My son has a dog named Daisy. Sweetie.
Oh and seeing the chicks made me miss my girls 🙁 when we moved all my hens went to live on my BIL farm. At least they are happy.
Oh my! I loved my GF grill, wore it out, I do hope you made the sandwiches BEFORE all the other uses. LOL
Don’t worry, Dawn…the sandwiches came first 🙂 I should (wash it first and then…) ship the stupid grill to you!
Love the “fly on the wall” idea! I enjoyed reading about your April happenings!
Thank you! Fly is so much fun…you should join us!