Saturday, May 26, 2018

From the Archives: Magical Meringue



Hi ya! Hey ya! Hope all's well with ya. All is well with us. I'm still playing catch up so I'm back to reaching into my archives for a while more. Have fun out there.

Today's post was first published on April 15 2015.
=============

Clang, clang, clang with my right hand.

Clang, clang, clang with my left hand.

Repeat and repeat. Then repeat again. And, again.
 
It always amazes me how I can get soft peaks of meringue just by beating egg whites. I'm sure there's a simple, straightforward explanation for the transformation, and maybe one day I will really want to know. Until then, I'm perfectly happy, making clang, clang noises with the egg beater against the stainless steel pan as the clear egg whites change to foam, to thicker, clingy foam, and finally to meringue. It's magic. Olé!

Friday, May 25, 2018

From the Archives: Rooty Toot Toot

Hi ya! Hey ya! Hope all's well with ya. All is well with us. I'm still playing catch up so I'm back to reaching into my archives for a while more. Have fun out there.

Today's post (edited) was first published on November 22, 2015.
=============

A warning for delicate ears: Bodily toots are being mentioned on today's post. (Giggle.)

I'm one of those people whose body systems get all relaxed when she wanders around a bookstore. The moment I enter the door, total zen. Unfortunately for those around me, I'm one of those book browsers who not only gives the occasional loud ah! when she sees an interesting book cover, but also an occasional silent toot, leaving a lingering aroma. I try not to, but, hey, better out than in.

Sorry for the TMI, but it's to set you up for this next paragraph. (Snort)

The future-Husband and my first adventure included a visit to a used bookstore in his neighborhood. I have no idea if the shop still exists. I hope it's still there. It's a grand store and not solely because the future-Husband brought me there. Way in the back of the store (giggle), I came across a sign pointing to a corner nook. It was the first time I'd ever seen a sign like it in a bookstore (giggle). Or any business, for that matter. I don't recall the precise words (snort). It went something like this—FART HERE

The future-Husband and I were meant to be. 

Thursday, May 24, 2018

From the Archives: Just for Me

Hi ya! Hey ya! Hope all's well with ya. All is well with us. I'm still playing catch up so I'm back to reaching into my archives for a while more. Have fun out there.

Today's post (edited) was first published on April 11, 2015.
= = = = = = = = = = = = =
Knock, knock.

The Mama opened the kitchen door, which was the back door at our house on 44 Shore Road.  I sat at the kitchen table, keeping her company as she prepared dinner.

Uncle Frank! The Daddy's younger brother. He carried a tree stump in his arms. 

"I cut down a tree in my back yard," said Uncle Frank, putting it down next to the kitchen counter. "I thought it was the right size for Susie."

I was four. Either Uncle Frank or the Mama held my hand as I climbed onto the stump. Yaaay! I had a wonderful view of the counter.

I don't remember much of those very early years. But, I must've been in the kitchen a lot with the Mama. Enough so that Uncle Frank thought I ought to  have something just for me to stand on when the Mama was preparing and cooking meals.


Wednesday, May 23, 2018

The Bridegroom: Thomas the Tree Kangaroo


"Hey, Best Man, look how sharp you are," said Thomas the Tree Kangaroo, jumping to the next branch to make room before the mirror.

"I believe you," said Iago the Iguana, his eyes shut and sweat pouring down his brow. His nerves were frayed from being high up on the tree branch and not from being confined in a powder blue morning suit tailcoat, blue violet vest, and a powder blue top hat.

"If it weren't for the vest, Iago would be completely powder blue," said Charlie the Camel from the ground.  All of Thomas' grooms animals laughed, including Iago.

"Eh, mate, you going to be okay?" asked Thomas, looking at himself in the mirror again. Bubba Byrd perched on his shoulder while Ghandi the Giraffe hovered behind them.

Iago opened one eye and glanced around at his friends. "We do look good in these wedding clothes."  Filemon the Flying Squirrel and Thomas did a high five.

"Iago, remember to give Guy A. Gator his tailcoat, vest, and top hat on the day of the wedding," said Ghandi. "Otherwise, they'll be all muddy and crumbled."

"Yeah," agreed Thomas. "Same with Dicky and Danny Daffodil. Their hats and clothes are waterproofed, but they have a way of tearing things. I want my deposit back."

"Dudes, Pauly's heading this way!" Charlie called as he ran to meet the pademelon.

"Thomas, you're best and better men are all accounted for," said Iago, shutting his eyes again. He paid no more mind to his friends as he imagined walking down the aisle with the maid of honor.

Thomas, the happy bridegroom, tap danced on the branch, twirled, and broke into a song, "I'm getting married in the morning. . ."







T is the theme for this week of ABC Wednesday. Check out the meme here and the list of this week's participants here. Thank you much, ABCW team!



Tuesday, May 22, 2018

From the Archives: The Wager

Hi ya! Hey ya! Hope all's well with ya. All is well with us. I've been reaching into my archives the last several days so I can play catch up around the house. "I'll do it tomorrow." has finally reared itself into today.  Such is retirement. :-) Have fun out there. I'll be back with a new post tomorrow.

Today's post was first published on April 26, 2014.
============

I knew the pet store was to the left, so I turned left. 

"I think it's to the right," said the Husband, sitting in the passenger seat.

"No, it's this way," I said, firm in my belief.

"I think it's back that way," the Husband said, firm in his belief.

"No."

"Yes."

"I'll bet you it's this way," I said.

"I don't want to bet money," he said.

"Jumping jacks," I said. "When you lose, you do 10 jumping jacks."

"Okay," he said. Here, dear readers, you should note that the Husband does not bet unless he's 100 percent sure he's right.

"And, if I lose. . .," I said. "What do you want me to do?"

"Ten jumping jacks," he answered. Dear readers, you should also note that I do not do jumping jacks.

"Fine. If I lose, I do 10 jumping jacks. But, I'm not losing."

Half an hour later, the Husband stood next to the car, watching me do 10 jumping jacks. He counted them out with me.

After I finished the last one, I said, "I bet you didn't think I'd do them."

"No." The Husband paused. "I didn't think you could jump."

Ha! I should've bet him.