I don't know about you, but the whole chocolate candy thing has sort of taken over my life. I'm even having visions of Payday candy bars in the middle of the day. . . then Snickers, then Three Muskateer. It's maddening! So, to keep the chocolate wolves at bay, I'd decided I needed to take immediate action to assuage the cravings. Enter cake. The un-chocolate kind. *But that doesn't mean I won't be heading out to Target this afternoon for a candy grab!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
I was faced with the challenge of cooking for one again last week. I usually opt for something potato-ish. And fast. I don't want to linger in the kitchen for too long because I have some Real Housewives of Beverly Hills to catch up on. As a woman, a housewife (though not of the Beverly Hills ilk), I can attest to one absolute truth in that show: women and pack mentality. It gives me shivers. I have scars to prove it. So BH girlfriends: I can TOTALLY relate! Back to my soup. This came together in a flash. I have cabbages growing like there's no tomorrow in my garden. The cabbage is a staple in our home. Apparently it wants to become a staple in my garden as well. And if you'd like to be let in on one of the best kept weight-loss secrets while watching RHBH, well, here it is: cabbage. Add some potato, yummy Indian spices and you have yourself a delightful, light and super healthy dinner: Beverly Hills style.
Yesterday morning I headed out to Home Depot. I knew there were sales to be had. I could smell it in the air. And sure enough--discounts galore. I picked out some mums to add a pop of color here and there throughout the yard before the inevitable happens and freezing temps are the norm. I love the mum!
Monday, October 17, 2011
Well. He's still with us. And that is all that really matters right now. There we were last week, all three of us: Dr. Thyme, me and our vet, blanket spread on the all-too-familiar floor. Me hunched over him, holding his head in my lap. She says, I want to check him out one more time. I'm biting my tongue and nodding. She walks over to him, bent over to be on his level. He gets up. She follows him over to the other side of the room, then this happens: He growls at her. We all go silent. She said, Alright. I need to examine him a little more closely. She escorted our boy down the hall. A few minutes later, in she walks with him in tow. His tail is wagging. We all compose ourselves again. Dr. Thyme and I look at each other. She said, I'll tell you one thing, he's a fighter and that whole growling at me thing. . . I'm pretty sure he's not ready to go anywhere just yet.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Vegan Whole Wheat Pumpkin Bread: Healthy, But without That Healthy "Taste" (And Seeing Pink. . . Cotton Yarn)
I had no business turning my oven on yesterday afternoon. It had reached nearly eighty-five degrees outside. I refused to turn on the air conditioner and close the house up. I had all the windows open. There was a lovely breeze crossing through all the rooms in our house. It has been gorgeous here. Every hour or so, I'll succumb to a hot flash and have to run outside, stand on the porch and wait for it to pass fanning my face the whole time. My calendar says fall. The trees say fall. My body says, Alright already. . . enough with the summertime weather, bring on fall!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Let's say you're at home and decide to take on a couple of "projects" you thought you HAD to finish before husband returns from his business trip. Let's say hubby left you with twenty pounds of green tomatoes he'd strongly suggested might make a wonderful salsa. Godforbid should you disappoint. Godforbid even more that you should NOT take on such a seemingly easy-peesy project. But let's say because you are suffering daily bouts of hormonal upheaval so daunting, you decide to cram as much as you can into the course of your fourteen hour wake cycle to keep the wolves "at bay", you end up conquering not only THE WORLD, but everything in your home with lightening speed--amazing yourself at the surrealness of the female body heading into it's second stage of life: this amped-up hot flashing engine you drive is nothing short of a miracle. (Why aren't more Almost Fifty women willing to speak of this?!) To top it off, you have enough energy at the end of the night to begin yet another knitting project.
Monday, October 3, 2011
All of the sudden, my garden had turned into this massive clump of overgrown tomato plants invaded with green balls of unripened fruit. The very same plants I'd started from tiny seed back in February. Here it was October and the plants still looked amazing (although I've lamented our tomato-less season on more than one occasion). I'd not canned a single jar of salsa. And, I refused to buy tomatoes to do so. If I couldn't grow my own, then forget it. I guess we'll just go through winter without salsa.