Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
These photos turned out not nearly as well as I'd hoped. It's extremely difficult to hold a still- steaming blueberry muffin, focus and snap photos, and hold off two salivating, wildly enthusiastic canines long enough to get anything in the view finder at all. Still, I'm posting these because I think they're kinda fun.
The girls hardly ever get table food, but the poor dears had paced and slobbered and sniffed and looked at me hopefully throughout the baking process until my cold heart heart melted. The dogs enjoyed two muffins in all; the first they ate, wrapper included (I don't know what I was thinking dangling it before them with the wrapper on--like they're going to unwrap it?). The second muffin Isabelle snagged and swallowed in a mighty gulp. It's a treat division I think is in keeping with their relative sizes. I fed Tallulah a few additional bites that she didn't have to compete for and called it good. The dogs now both doze contentedly.
Here's the incredibly simple recipe (from Allrecipes). It only calls for a half cup of sugar. Very righteous, but not alot of sweetness when spread throughout a dozen muffins. If I were making these for company, I'd consider doubling the sugar to a full cup. I also used considerably more than half a cup of blueberries (though you wouldn't have to).
Blueberry Muffins I
Prep Time: 10 Minutes
Cook Time: 20 Minutes
Ready In: 30 Minutes
The secret to great texture in these delectable, simple muffins is a gentle hand when it comes to mixing.
1 cup milk
1/3 cup vegetable oil
2 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 cup fresh blueberries
1.Preheat oven to 400 degrees F (205 degrees C). Line a 12-cup muffin tin with paper liners.
2.In a large bowl, stir together milk, egg, and oil. Add flour, baking powder, sugar, and blueberries; gently mix the batter with only a few strokes. Spoon batter into cups.
3.Bake for 20 minutes. Serve hot.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Chapters to include:
-Your Hair is Too Clean and Shiny
-Don’t Meet me in St. Louis (Please)
-This is SO Nacho Cheese
-Thanks for your Honda
-My Chainsaw Fell on your Furniture. Repeatedly.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Delicacy forbids me from posting a photo of the state of my air filter. Suffice it to say you could fashion a whole 'nother dog and possibly a kitten or two out of the (dusty gray) fur and fluff caught up in what was left of the tragically over-taxed, nearly unrecognizable filter I removed (after I located it). I was then forced to proceed to Walmart and spend well over a pedicure (it's summer; I consider all expenses in terms of the cost of a pedicure) on replacement filters. Home maintenance ain't for sissies, kids.
The good news? It's been two hours and my thermostat is registering a full three degrees cooler than it was before I dealt with the Filter-o-Filth. (Word to the wise: check your filter this minute if it's been a while. Trust me on this.)
My point is that I have had to deal with all this obscure geography and home maintenance both during and after my viewing of a Very Upsetting Jon & Kate Plus 8.
The episode began with half an hour chronicling the delivery and installation of a set of "crooked" play houses for the Gosselin kids. It became evident early on in the episode that the marital discord had reached a fever pitch when Jon and Kate had a disagreement over where exactly on the property to situate the play houses. Jon had cleared a spot in the woods hundreds of yards from the house for all four play houses. Kate, meanwhile, had realized the impracticality of locating a play area so far from the house. Such an arrangement would make it nearly impossible for one adult to supervise the children if they weren't absolutely all playing in the houses at the same time. What if some children want to ride bikes while others want to go the play houses, Kate asked? Jon, meanwhile, was having none of it, telling Kate when she called on his cell phone that he had decided where the play houses were going and that that was all there was to it.
It took Kate enlisting the help of the playhouse installers to convince Jon that a location more proximate to the main house was in order.
The last half-hour of the hour-long episode was the most painful. Jon and Kate were interviewed separately. Again, as in episode one, I was completely taken aback by their candor as well as the knowledge of how difficult speaking about a break-up, as it happens, to millions of strange viewers, must be. Both admitted the marriage is at an impasse and that a separation is in order.
The difference in their demeanor's spoke volumes. Kate was resigned, barely composed, sorry, regretful, full of dread and frankly admitting, "I don't want to do this alone." Jon, sporting a new set of some sort of stud earrings (in both ears), was all but jumping off the interview love seat and into the arms of all the (sorry) p---y his notoriety (and new sports car) will buy him . "Recalcitrant" is the word that comes to mind if I have to sum up Jon's demeanor. At one point he stated, "I'm thirty-two years old," in tone barely below a whine. The unspoken implication: I'm too young for this sh!t.
The agreement the Gosselins have, for now, is that the children will continue to live in the house at all times while Jon and Kate take turns manning the helm separately. I don't expect this to last long, however, as Jon intimated that he might "get a job offer". Again, it seems to me, the unspoken subtext is that it would require him to relocate. Clearly, he feels free to do that, despite the unimaginable amount of work and responsibility involved in the rearing of eight children.
It was, perhaps, the most painful TV I've ever watched, certainly the most painful prime time show. It was, literally, impossible for me not to hearken back to my own failure(s) [ouch] in this regard and relive the incredible sense of loss and brokenness one is left with in these situations. Not to mention the incalculable negative impact that such a decision has on the children of a broken union. It is a horror, frankly, and I've never seen it quite so starkly and honestly documented as it was tonight on JK8.
While both Jon and Kate spoke of their situation as a "separation", the episode ended with a black screen and typed words advising the audience that the Gosselins filed for a divorce in Pennsylvania on Monday.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: divorce is like death without the coffin. And that's pretty much how the ending of tonight's episode felt, too.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Because I'd worked an especially long week, I was able to take off work a little early Friday. You can imagine the temptation to spend a close, sweltering afternoon in the soothing cave-like coolness of a few mall dressing rooms was strong, very strong...nearly irresistible. I've been trying to wean myself off this particular addiction for a while (you may recall). My current budget is less than tolerant, not to mention, I have not one but two jam-packed closets up in here.And, alas, nothing at all to wear to a one hundred degree wedding.
I ultimately resisted the siren's call of retail, righteously making only a pit stop at Petsmart to stock up on a few bags of the girl's favorite treat chewies followed by a quick spin through Books-a-Million. Then it was home to throw up my last post (not really a post at all). I was chopping up a head of Amish cabbage (tastes better than Regular Cabbage) when I first noticed a large, unfamiliar box wrapped in brown paper perched on my kitchen table. Definitely not something that had been there when I left for work.
If you don't know me well, you might wonder how I could have missed a large, strange box sitting on my kitchen table for over an hour. The answer is: I'm a very oblivious person. I never see any one when driving my car, for example. People are always saying, "We waved and waved and you just drove on...etc." I hardly ever notice, say, new construction happening on my usual route to work. I live in my head. What can I say.
Anyhoo, there it was. No doubt my Mom had picked it up and delivered it to my table. It had been shipped priority mail just the day before.
Inside? I found...my wedding outfit: black cotton A-line skirt (petite!) embroidered in patterns of cream and embellished with cream beads. Also, a sleeveless black shell, that under normal circumstances, I would wear under a sweater or jacket, but in this case will have to stand on its own owing to the heat. It fit. Perfectly.
I'll leave it to you to ponder where it might have come from.
(Apologies on the quality of this photo...no time to do better!)
Friday, June 19, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Is it just me or does that rabbit look a little swollen? Either he's--or more like she's--been eating REALLY well or we're about to get another little surprise of the newborn kind.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
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