I'm suffering from that right now. There is so much that I want to blog about, but every time I open this up, whatever it is I want to write about becomes a jumble of words in my mind and I can't seen to get them to come together. So instead of just sitting here staring at a blank 'page' and trying to force my brain to form cohesive thoughts that will flow together nicely, I'm just going to toss together a short synopsis of what I've been wanting to blog. Short and sweet...like my sisters!
Back in February, Dad and I attended the annual chili feed put on by the POW*MIA Elko Awareness Association. This year it was held at the convention center, as the number of attendees has grown so much that they outgrew the former location. We were treated to a wonderfully delicious variety of chili served by the amazing Nevada East Roller Girls, on skates! There was also some heated auction action and we got to see our State Assemblyman, John Ellison, model a leopard print Snuggie! Before we ate, we all gathered in the auditorium for the presenting of the colors and a demonstration from the Association's Drill Team. We were introduced to dignitaries from the National League of POW*MIA Families, J-PAC (the nations largest forensic science lab, they are responsible for the identification of remains, they bring a lot of families closure) and Bob and Jani Bergdahl, their son Bowe is currently the only US POW. Bowe was captured by the Taliban on June 30, 2009 and it is believed that they are currently holding him in Pakistan. With Memorial Day a couple days away, as we're remembering those who gave the ultimate sacrifice, I know I'll also be thinking of Bowe...
Confessions from a Former Picky Eater
Hey Momma, I eat asparagus now! And spinach! And brussel sprouts! Ok, I lied, I still won't eat brussel sprouts...And I don't eat my burgers with just ketchup anymore, now I like 'em with cheese, and mustard, and garlic, and tomato, and lettuce, and sometimes I'll use baby spinach instead of lettuce!
I've blogged a couple of times about helping out at Trinity and Michael's bakery, Let Them Eat Cake. Well, Trinity got an opportunity to take a job at a fancy-schmancy restaurant in New Orleans, so they passed the torch of the bakery on to their friend Shawn. Trinity is in NOLA and Michael is here packing up the house and getting ready to meet her there next month. I will miss them ALOT! I have a lot of fond memories, like this one from St. Patrick's Day. Things got a little crazy while we were making corned beef and cabbage...
I'm going to miss the cranberry oatmeal cookies that Trinity makes, I'm going to miss the Irish Car Bomb cupcakes, I'm going to miss bickering with Michael while Trinity rolls her eyes at us, I'm going to miss the true owners of the bakery, Scooter and Vespa, the faithful Corgis. I'm going to miss Trinity and Michael and Samantha! One thing I won't miss about the bakery is the deadly strawberry slicer utensil...
Knit One, Purl What?
I finally got the two scarf projects I was working on done last night. Trinity's Mardi Gras scarf is on the left and the one on the right is the crazy scarf I made for my friend, Sarah. I'll be delivering Sarah's to her today, but Trinity said I can't UPS hers to her, I must deliver it in person. The money in my coin jar are now earmarked for a trip to Louisiana to see Trin in New Orleans and my sister, Stephanie in Baton Rouge.
This morning I started working on another scarf and it's really frustrating me. I've cast-on three times, followed the pattern precisely and still am ended up with one extra stickin' stitch! Arghhh!!!
I made bread not too long ago and it tasted and looked great! I shared pictures of it on Facebook. What I didn't share were the pictures of the shattered Pyrex casserole dish.
The baking directions called for a pan of water being placed on oven rack below the Bread. This doofus grabbed the first pan in sight without thinking of what would happen when she poured the hot water into the hot glass dish in the hot oven.
Um, yah. It was loud, really loud...and scary, really scary. After making sure that I wasn't bleeding all over the kitchen ( luckily, I wasn't hit with any flying Pyrex shrapnel) and quadruple checking the bread for glass (it was all good!), we cleaned the glass out of the oven while the bread rested on the counter.
I was s-m-a-r-t on the next go-round and used metal.
The bread came out moist with just the right amount of chewy-ness and without being peppered with glass shards.
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