I didn't have a lot of sleep, so I'm not up to writing a post. Yet.
So for now, some pictures.
You know those fried wonton thingies I made? My offering of what to do with your thanksgiving leftovers?
Well, see, we had Thanksgiving at my parents' house.
So there weren't actually any leftovers at MY house at all.
Earlier this week I received a comment from a reader about a dream she'd had. And I was in this dream. I read the comment, and I laughed the whole way through. So I asked her (her name is Amy, by the way) if I could share the dream in a post, just to make sure more people saw it, and she graciously said yes.
So here's the dream, lifted completely from the comments section of a previous post:
I was about to write about how I'm roasting a turkey breast, which was an impulse decision this morning while I was at the grocery store just picking up basic things we were running low on, like coffee, milk, and cat litter.
I was walking through the produce section, in search of mushrooms (to saute tonight and serve on the burgers we're having...mmmm...and caramelized onions, too.......mmmmmm), and I saw something - which I will refer to as "Ingredient X" now, because it was that item - not even an ingredient, really, no, it was an item. so - Item X. Anyway, I saw it and suddenly an idea popped into my head about something fun to do with Thanksgiving leftovers. Hopefully nobody out there is reading my mind so they can post it first. I should have studied harder at Occlumency.
This is Alex's creation.
The whole thing was his idea, he picked out the fabrics, drew the little bit of face, and he also drew the patterns for the clothes and pinned the paper to the fabric.
The only thing I did was to cut the fabric out - my good fabric scissors were too big and heavy for his hands. Alex glued the fabric to the paper.
Oh, and it was also Alex's idea that Detective Tom should carry a magnifying glass. I provided plastic wrap for the "glass" part.
Alex also had to write a little story or commentary thing to go along with it.
I took a picture of that, too - you can read it below.
Am I making cookies? NOT YET! I know I'm just setting myself up for panic and all-night baking sessions, but you know what? I DON'T CARE! I'm embracing the chaos.
So here's what else is going on...
Yesterday Julia was talking about wanting to make something with me. Something to eat. I asked what she wanted to make, and she said, after a bit of thought, "pumpkin bread pie."
She also launched into a great long list of other things she'd like to make - various cakes, pies, cookies, and so forth. But this one, this first idea of hers, stuck in my head.
I mentioned in a couple of the last few posts that Alex's reward for finishing one of his guitar books is a sushi dinner.
Last night, while Bill was working, Alex practiced a couple of the Christmas songs he's working on - this is separate from the normal book practice. Last year Bill arranged a simple version of "Jingle Bells," and this year, Alex is learning "We Three Kings."
We set up his music stand and chair and footstool in the living room, because Julia was playing on the computer (she'd been waiting a long time for her turn), and this way both kids could do what they wanted/needed to do, and there would be peace and harmony for maybe a whole ten minutes in the house.
Sorry - no step-by-step pictures for this one.
I'd written yesterday about the sushi dinner we had to celebrate/reward my son's completion of the guitar book (lessons) he's been working his way through this past year and a half. Among other things, my husband made a variation of eel sauce, or Tsume Sweet Sauce, to serve on broiled tilapia (since we didn't have any eel to cook.)
Just a little while ago, in the previous post, I wrote "and water. Duh. I put the flour in oh, ten minutes ago, then totally forgot about it and started doing other things, like this post. I don't know how I function sometimes. Or where my brain went."
And just moments ago, after checking on the level of water in Julia's bath, I returned to the kitchen and saw this:
Last night, while the kids were in their swim classes and I was sitting on the bleachers "watching them" (usually I watch, but yesterday I felt like I couldn't take the half hour to do that, I had too much buzzing around in my brain), I made my preliminary list of cookie-related things.
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I'll be back at some point today with a recipe and photos of my sister's new family members.
Yeah. That's where I am right now.
I have all the laundry in piles on the floor, near the washer and dryer. The piles are sorted by color. And one pile is jeans. For some reason, I find sorting the laundry very soothing. Maybe it's because I like the organizing. Or the simplicity of the organizing. Or the fact that I can organize it any way I want to. By color? By fabric? By person in the family the article of clothing belongs to? By which room in the house it originated from? Hot water? Cold? Warm?
Yes. It's the little things in life...
So I'm downstairs, in my work area in the basement, uploading more papery things to my Etsy store, and I heard a crinkling sound behind me. Behind me is the tall work table I made (with Bill's help) out of the doors that used to be in our big closet before we turned our bedroom into the kids' two rooms.
Anyway, I turned to look, and here's what I saw:
First - just so you know, I am not an expert here. I only just started doing this sort of thing a few weeks ago, so I'm just sharing with you what I know at this point. You may know way more than me, and if you do, and you'd like to share any tips or suggestions, you're very welcome to do so. In fact, you're encouraged, nay, implored to do so. 'K?
Enough with the drama.
First, a bit of an intro.
I've just uploaded these items to Etsy. More to come.
I'm also working on a tutorial for anyone who wants to play with paper pulp at home! That should be up (fingers crossed) later today, tomorrow at the latest.
It's fun, and cheap, and something you can do with kids (yours, or the random ones that show up from time to time, looking for something to do). Julia loves to help me or make her own creations.
It's so hard to break old habits, old thought patterns and old patterns of behaviors that happen in response to those old thought patterns.
I could make a quilt of all the old patterns I'm trying to change.
Maybe I should.
For the month of November, the Tuesdays With Dorie rules are a bit more relaxed - we can bake and post any of the month's recipes on any Tuesday we like. You can find a list of all this month's recipes here, if you're curious.
Alex finally went back to school today, and I'll probably send Julia back tomorrow. They're both still congested, with some coughing and sneezing, but if I keep them home til that's gone, they won't be going back to school til July. They need a change of scenery. And I need a bit of silence.
Well, this may not be funny to everyone, but it cracks me up every time I watch it.
Or even when I don't, because I've got it memorized, nearly.
And because I live with one of them.
I laugh so hard i cry.
Saw this recently ondooce and I just had to link to it as well.
Ooooh, are these addictive!
I first made these about fifteen years ago, and I think it was then that I "discovered" black pepper. I know. Sounds goofy. But until then, to me, pepper was just...salt's straight man. Salt was the star, Pepper was the supporting actor. They were always together, but Salt had the top billing, you know?
Anyway, I don't make pepper biscuits all that often, for the simple reason that I lack self control and I tend to eat these like other people eat potato chips. I can't stop. Just make a batch, and you'll see what I mean.
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I don't know about you, but for me, setting foot into the month of November feels a lot like stepping onto a high-speed escalator. I put one toe in and suddenly time is rushing right by, filled with holiday baking and cooking (and cookies and cookies and cookies) and sick kids and shopping and more baking and wrapping and shipping and longing for a nice, hot bubble bath.
Sound anything like your life?
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Just wanted to share pictures of my kids from last night...
First Bill (as himself), and our son, Boba Fett. You'll note that he has no weapon. He does, however, have a good stash of candy.
And here's Julia...also as herself...hahahaha.