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Author Archives: Pamela
Who Doesn’t Love Frosting?
Mostly I’m including this because I love the recipe card.
I’ve come full circle on frosting.
As a kid I loved it. I remember my mom got birthday cakes with roses on them and if you were the birthday girl you for sure got a rose.
Then I went through a phase where frosting was gross. It depends on who made the cake.
Now I don’t mind a slab of frosting now and then.
The Ultimate Hughes Classic
There are a bunch of stroganoff recipes in Priscilla’s files. I have made stroganoff, but not this recipe, for my husband and can’t begin to describe the delighted look on his face when he comes through the door and sees that on the stove.
Priscilla’s Recipes
This recipe box is classic. There are even a few blank recipe cards inside.
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Wok Cooking
I wish I had the time and inclination to do more research. All these recollections are off the top of my head.
There was a particular moment in time when wok cooking became popular. I remember my mom getting a wok and bringing home an assortment of different utensils.
It’s hard to remember now that ethnic cooking was once an exotic thing to try. The ingredients weren’t always easy to get or required clever substitutions.
We didn’t have this cookbook at our house.
My mom got really good at wok cooking.
To this day I’m timid with heat and I never managed better than a giant dish of soggy vegetables.
Pudding Sauce
I love this one because it’s simple and includes notes. I also love the classic cursive penmanship.
I don’t know how something made with so much butter and sugar couldn’t be good. You could pour it on anything.
When The Dahlias Are Gone, It’s Really Over
Even last weekend the yard was pretty but by Tuesday it was in ruin. It’s funny how instantly the dahlias go dead after a freeze.
I’m going to start with Priscilla cookbooks and recipes tomorrow.
I’m still overextended and no extra brain juice for recipes this weekend. I will attempt to make a couple next weekend.
Bob received a snail mail solicitation from a yacht sales company. I don’t know why they think Bob is a candidate for a yacht. We left it on the kitchen counter for a long time because it was so funny,
Today is the twenty year anniversary of me working with this guy. I have very few photos of both of us and the ones that I have he looks like he’s in front of a firing squad. He is an excellent attorney but a terrible photo subject.
I don’t have a retirement date yet so we’re saying, here’s to another 4-10 years.
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One Thing Leads to Another
I’m always on Bob’s case about putting things on the list so I know what to buy when I’m at the store.
He likes to leave me vague items such as, “mustard that I like,” or “good snacks.”
This week he wrote “lots of different squashes.” We like squash but don’t eat tons of it so I wasn’t sure what he was after but I bought something called a buttercup, another called turban, and an acorn squash.
Turned out he meant summer squash.
I had to include a picture of this giant beet I got from Orleans. I roasted it but we’ve barely made a dent in it so far.
I’m feeling run down at the moment so I’m not making any grand plans for NaNo or NaBlo this year. I’m still making plans just not overachiever plans.
I am the recipient of oodles of my mother-in-law’s recipes so the plan is to post at least one of her recipes each day. I will try to cook a couple of them too, for expanded posts. Yesterday I had a chance to go through a number of them and there were an astonishing number of recipes for “ham loaf.” That is definitely something I’m going to have to try and write about.
I’m working on a writing project, too, but I don’t want to talk about it yet so I won’t be reporting on that.
My dad gave up driving and gave me his car. As part of the deal, I am paying my sister for half so she has extra money to go towards a car when she’s ready. I have been driving a 2001 Toyota Camry since 2002. My dad’s car is a 2015 RAV4. I really love my Camry and have no complaints but that RAV4 is fancy nice.
The car came with five (5!) books not including the one in the glove box. There are two separate titles with “quick start” in the title. I thought most people didn’t read books anymore much less 5! I already had to open the one in the glove box because I couldn’t get the car to stop beeping at me.
We also got a piece of furniture from Orleans which necessitated moving other furniture and cleaning out things that I wasn’t planning to clean out right at this moment. I’ve still got several piles of things I’m trying to figure out what to do with. I’ll post a photo of the furniture soon because it’s epic.
Also from last year at this time, remember how our condiment shelf has broken more than once? Well, it broke AGAIN! Screw you Sears and your flimsy condiment shelves. It’s all duct tape from now on.
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He’s Here!
Dad is now styling in local retirement living.
He’s still getting settled and finding a new routine but we got him here.
But he was pretty tired so no late night tonight.
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Puny Crop
This is the current state of the garden. The cucumber shriveled up during the first sign of cold. There are some beets, carrots, and a few gourd-things. But it’s done.
Now that I’m writing more I’ve been reading less again. Since I finished Fates and Furies last month I haven’t been able to settle on a new book to read.
I don’t want to read anything too fat. I don’t want to start a series. I don’t want anything complicated with a lot of plot/world building to remember.
My one lone blue hubbard squash. Not sure if this is even enough for a pie.
I picked up one book but the front matter says that although it’s not a pure sequel, the events take place after the events of an earlier book and I would rather read that first. So I put it back.
I went through and picked and discarded several other books before finally decided that I wanted to try this one author that’s been on my list forever.
The book is fairly chubby and has tiny writing but I convinced myself the time was right.
I started reading and it opens something like: D’artaigna of the Clan Meash-Regal, Son of Ashtigous and Priest of the Temple Star-Desert walked through the Temple of the Turtle-Lemon, and its white-scarf wearing Priests bowing for their thrice daily prayers to the Gods of the W’thleta Lake. He savored the regithinia leaf under his tongue and considered the festival of the quinfinig’arnan blossoms and his promise to his Uncle Liet’momanta … and so like that for several pages. I really tried to hang in there but after about 5 pages I threw the book across the room.
This is it for the pumpkins. Very skimpy crop this year. I’m going to buy a big old pumpkin at the farmer’s market.
I dug through my to-read shelf again and thought I’d read the second book by an author I read before. I read the first book in almost one sitting. This latest book is tragically terrible. I’m only going to finish it out of loyalty to the first book but this is a chore. Maybe the publisher rushed the author to get another book out and cash in on the success of the first. It’s a mess.
Rash Report
How do people take photos of their own arm with one hand? It took me awhile to get this and when I finally got a photo I got about 15.
I know this looks terrible but actually it’s a lot better. I have a little bit of sensation in a few spots but I’m operating as usual.
What seems like a great idea in June when there’s a coupon deal and is a giant stupid chore in October?
BULBS!
I vaguely remembered that I had ordered them but half hoped that maybe they wouldn’t be delivered or that I hadn’t ordered that many.
HA!
On Sunday I got home from my soccer match at about 4pm and threw on my yard clothes and ran out and worked like a maniac as the sun slowly went down and Bob held up dinner. When I went back in the house he said, “All finished?”
I said, “NO! That was only two little bags.”
But the rewards will come in spring.
While I’m here, would you like an update on the neighbors?
In August they woke us up almost every day for two weeks including a Wednesday morning at 3am. I called the neighbor and the leasing agent. Two days later they were out in front of our house carrying on at 4:30am.
That was the end of me trying to be reasonable about it.
I called the neighborhood police officer and I went to the property records and wrote a letter to the address listed for that house. I have been told that the owners live abroad and that address is a local family member.
Police officer talked to them and said they were apologetic and receptive. At this point I’m thinking they are used to trouble and know what to say but don’t really care. We have been instructed to phone 911 when there is a noise complaint which I have done once — dying of embarrassment to call emergency and complain about people yelling. The leasing agent said they talked to the tenant again about the noise. I also rallied the neighbor on the other side.
It’s been mostly better — I guess they told their friends not to park in front of our house and they move inside more quickly. Now we don’t have the windows open so that helps.
I saw the tenant out there mowing the lawn and felt bad — she has who knows how many people crashing over there. Why is she doing the lawn?
Then a loud motorcycle pulled up last night and people were talking in front at 1:30am. (And I did not call it in. That’s the drag because I have to get out of bed and get on the phone and describe what’s going on. It has to get pretty bad for me to be motivated to do that.)
I rescind my feeling bad.