Welcome to Fly on the Wall, where you get to buzz around and see what goes on in my home, and in those of 10 other bloggers. Little happenings that don’t warrant their own post, but may still be of interest. Things that may make you raise your little fly eyebrows! Come see, and then buzz along and visit the other blogs posted at the bottom.
I bailed on Fly last month because my daughter and grandkids were here visiting. I figured they’d give me lots of good laughs for this month’s post, but I was so caught up in the visit I kept forgetting to write the good stuff down. I did manage to scribble a couple of notes, thank goodness! Here’s what I had:
Grandpa tried to “help” Sophie put makeup on. Said he’d get her ready for middle school. Sophie politely reminded him that she wasn’t going to clown college.
Taunee, looking at a pic of her mom on the wall: Mom, you were so pretty when you were little. You looked perfect. You looked just like me! (This child oozes confidence.)
Taunee had a prank planned for
Uncle Dean Lord Voldemort, but couldn’t help dropping hints. When he started to question her, she told him it was a “surprise”. He told her she’d be surprised when the Turd Fairy left something under her pillow. I really wish I wasn’t such a visual person.
The girls: “Show us more skulls, Uncle Voldemort. Show us more skulls and bones.” Um, yeah. He has a weird collection. He did make Taunee happy by sending her home with a pair of shed deer antlers…I believe he’d had a bit to drink at the time, because he doesn’t usually part with any of his collection. My daughter’s new name for her brother is “Drunkle
Mr. Mack discovered “vroom vrooms” I love it! He’s been kind of a city boy, but Pa and me purt near took care of that!
While they were here we had a really, really wild storm. It was brief, but intense. I may have shrieked when lighting and thunder hit at the exact same time and I was with the kids outside by the chicken coop. There was a lot of damage in the area, but we came out of it okay, except for the flour corn. It was just beginning to pollinate when the storm struck, so no cornmeal for us this year. It was very exciting for the kids, though.
I dumped sand into a big tub, added a pile of loose change, and stirred. Instant fun. Here’s the best part: instead of fighting over the coins, I heard Taunee say to Sophie “there’s a quarter over there, by your hand”. How sweet was that? Better yet, Sophie’s response was “Here, you can have it”. Bravo, Mom and Dad – you’re raising those girls right!
It was hot and smoky while the girls were here, due to all the wildfires in Washington State. Really hot.
C’mon, you know what you’re supposed to say.
“HOW HOT WAS IT?” you ask?
Our hammock had a tear in it (thanks to Otis, our yellow lab) and I thought I had repaired it pretty well before the kids got here. Oh, it was all fun and games…until Grandpa got in. Luckily, my daughter was right there with the camera when he fell through. On his bad back. Bwa ha ha ha ha. Snort. Can’t help it!
I’ve been curing my garlic on the back porch, and one batch was spread across a wicker basket for air circulation. Working at the sink I heard a weird rustling sound. Since this is snake territory, I was a little concerned and went out back to see. Someone had knocked the basket over because apparently it was the perfect spot to nest. I shooed her off, but an hour later she gave a repeat performance. She won. I love garlic chicken.
So….fire, wind, flood, hail. Where are the locusts? Oh, wait – they’re in the garden…if you consider grasshoppers to be the same thing, that is. I opened the garden gates to let the chickens in so they could eat the hoppers, and they went straight for my buckwheat. That wasn’t the deal – so the gates are closed. I’ll pick and hand deliver the grasshoppers to the girls, I guess. They’re just so freakishly strong! It feels like something is exploding in my hand when I carry them. Eeeeuw.
What was I thinking when I ordered 7 different types of green beans? Usually germination is hit-or-miss, so I planted extra in each row. I’ve picked over 60 pounds of beans. Some were given away, but most were trimmed, blanched, and frozen. Snapping or trimming takes time, so I did something unusual for me, and put in movies to watch while I worked. Not just any movies – musicals! Oklahoma, Hans Christian Anderson, My Fair Lady, Carousel. Terrible, wonderful musicals. The Man has spent a lot of time outside. We do, however, have bean security. And still they keep growing…
Speaking of beans, The Man just turned 60 and here was his cake:
Just kidding. I made him a peach trifle.
Here’s the recipe, if you’re interested. You’ll need:
One angel food cake (if you’re feeling inspired, here’s my recipe: Angelberry Cake)
Whipping cream – lots! About a quart
4-5 large peaches
One batch of “Peachy Creamy Pastry Cream” (below)
|Peachy Creamy Pastry Cream|| |
- 5 tablespoons cornstarch
- ½ cup sugar
- ½ cup lukewarm water
- 4 egg yolks
- ¾ cups heavy cream
- ¾ cups whole milk
- 4 tablespoons peach schnapps
- 2 cups whipped cream
- In a medium bowl, whisk together the cornstarch and sugar. Add the water and whisk well. Add the egg yolks and beat until combined.
- In a medium saucepan, heat the cream and milk until it is bubbly and just beginning to boil. Add half of the hot mixture to the cornstarch mixture while whisking.
- Whisk the egg mixture back into the pan with the simmering cream and milk. Cook and whisk on medium-low heat until thick. Whisk like you mean it! You don't want it to scorch.
- Remove from heat and add the peach schnapps. (Stand back - the fumes will get you!)
- Allow the cream to cool completely, stirring occasionally. Lightly cover with waxed paper while it is cooling so it doesn't form a skin on top.
- Once the pastry cream is cool, fold whipped cream into it.
- Keep chilled until ready to use.
To assemble the trifle:
- Reserve 3/4 cup heavy cream for making the Peachy Creamy Pastry Cream. Whip the rest of the quart (about 3 cups) until thick. Add 1/2 cup powdered sugar and whip until stiff peaks form. Keep chilled until ready to use.
- Make pastry cream.
- Cut the angel food cake into small cubes (or tear it, if you prefer).
- Peel and cut peaches into bite-size pieces, dipping them in lemon water (or Sprite…a helpful hint from my friend Cydnee at Tampa Cake Girl) to keep them from browning. (Reserve a few slices for the top)
- In a trifle dish, layer CAKE, PASTRY CREAM, PEACHES, WHIPPING CREAM. Repeat. If you have room, top with a layer of cake and then pipe whipping cream on the top. Decorate with peach slices, if desired.
I was making cookies and the man tried to snag one. When I explained I needed them for a photo shoot first, he said:
“You’re not nice to me, and it’s almost my birthday.”
“But it’s not your birthday. I don’t have to be nice to you until your birthday”
“Yes you do, you have to start building up. Nicer and nicer and nicer until my birthday, and then taper off slowly.”
Hmmmm. I didn’t know there was an actual protocol for this. I tried. Kinda.
Here’s what The Man got for his birthday. He calls it his Cabela’s Club Member coffin. It kind of creeps me out, especially when he folds his hands on his chest.
The Man hurt his back and was flat on the guest bed (which is firmer, lower) calling for cookies, medicine, etc. I had just put a load of wash into the dryer when he yelled loudly for me and I went running.
“That comes right in the window when it’s open” he said.
I was drawing a blank. “What’s coming in the window?”
“The dryer” He was taking pain meds, but really?? “The dryer’s coming through the window?”
“Can’t you smell it? The wet. The fabric softener”
I wasn’t using fabric softener, so…it must have been “the wet.”
I closed the window.
My gardening pants have been slowly giving away in the back. Today was the day. The Man said “I think we need to go find you a patch kit”. I felt around, and…..oh, crap. And I’d been bent over weeding with my butt to the road. Lovely. At least I wasn’t wearing my polka dotted undies. At least I was WEARING undies.
I usually get a real kick out of the search engine phrases people use when they find my blog. But…Oh, MAN! This one was either hysterically funny or disgustingly gross, depending on your tolerance level. I have to admit I mostly laughed.
I noticed that I was getting a whole lot of views on an old Fly on the Wall post from a certain group of people. The tough thing is, it will be hard for me to explain it to you without using words that will bring more people with this…uh…inclination to my blog.
I know!!! When I get to one of those words I’ll bold it and spell it backwards, okay?
I posted an appetizer last year in my Fly on the Wall. It was for a baby shower, and featured refried bean filled puff pastry ypoop srepaid. Apparently this was very attractive to a group of people who like to get together and change each other’s srepaid, and they were kind of excited about serving my appetizers. I’m pretty open-minded and tolerant, but this is a little over the top for me. The views have been tapering off, which is a very good thing. Whatever you do, do NOT Google “repaid parties”.
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Sounds like you had a GREAT time with the grands!!!! Such fun!! I think I am going to steal the coins in dirt idea! LOVE IT!!
YAY for underwear! 😉
It was wonderful. I wish, wish, wish they didn’t live two states away!
And yep, going commando is not recommended for gardening.
Your husband’s new sleeper makes me claustrophobic!
It looks like your grandkids had a wonderful time. What experiences they had!
My favorite part of your Fly post? Drunkle Voldemort. Hahah!
It makes me claustrophobic just to be near it. I refuse to try it out. Drunkle Dean sounds better (more alliterative) but you know…I get in trouble when I use that name 😉
To your daughter: “you know your Mom is a blogger when your Dad has an incident in the hammock, and your first thought is GOTTA TAKE A PICTURE!” Hahaha, poor Man! Is he feeling any better?
Was it one of the pretty pumpkin pecan cookies that he wanted?
Very cute how the girls were digging for gold 🙂
No real harm done – he’s feeling fine, Tamara. Maybe not so thrilled to be featured on Fly though 🙂 And YES, it was a pumpkin cookie. I let him eat any that weren’t aesthetically pleasing, but he had to wait for the pretty ones.
I love reading your fly on the wall posts, Lorinda! Too funny on the gardening wear miss hap!
Thanks, Cindy! I love writing them – though I’m pretty sure some of that stuff is only interesting to me 🙂 It’s almost as good as keeping a journal!
Ok, between the coffin sleeper and the srepaid ypoop weirdos I’m pretty sure I’ll be having nightmares tonight. Although that trifle could certainly turn things around.
I’m glad someone finally mentioned the srepaid ypoop weirdos. I was beginning to think I should have left that out!
Garlic Chicken… OMG! I’m dying!!
😀 So is she if she doesn’t actually start producing some eggs!
What a lovely visit from family! I’ll need to try the digging for gold idea! Oh my..the broken hammock picture is priceless!
It was wonderful. I don’t think The Man is thrilled with that photo…but that’s what living with a blogger is all about – no privacy!
Haha! The coffin picture was creepy too! Is it for camping/hunting?
Yeah, it’s a tent cot. Fits in the bed of the pickup.
What a great time with the family, loved the dessert, LOL at the hammock and the new one… hmm not sure I could sleep in that. Thanks for sharing your grans and the great photos of them and your bounty.
Thank you, Dawn! I know i couldn’t sleep in it either. Besides, you sure wouldn’t have much protection from bears! Wish I’d kept better track of all the funny grandkid stuff. Next year for sure!
O, this was a fun post!
Love that dog w/ his front paws in the pool))!!
Love that delish trifle! YUMMMM.
Thank you! That poor dog – being black and furry is pretty tough when it gets this hot out. Plus, she had been playing hard with the kids. Fun summer!
That is one cute photo of Mr. Mack and his vroom rooms!
Hysterical post — I needed a good laugh!
Thanks, Mary Rose – glad I could oblige 😉
Sorry it took me so long to get over here—it has been a crazy week. OMG, I could never get into that sleeper! I’m too claustrophobic. The hammock pics are funny and I love your garlic chicken comment. That peach trifle looks mighty tasty!
You can drop by ANY time! I know, I can’t even consider climbing in that cot. I’d panic and start flailing for sure.