Friday, October 17, 2014

Fly on the Wall, October 2014

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 13 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

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A fly on the wall would have seen me learning a heart stopping lesson about trusting these aging eyes.
Of course I wear neither my contacts nor my glasses when I shower.
One morning, half asleep, I stuck my hand in the shower to turn the water on and jumped back, screaming, at the sight of the big spider on the shower floor.
I ran into the bedroom and tried to breathe.
I was home alone so I went back into the bathroom and the thing hadn’t moved at all. And it was a little weird looking too. Maybe it was dead. I forced myself to look closer.
Nope, it wasn’t dead. It was a piece of thread.

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Ever have this happen to you?
College Boy was coming home and I decided to bake for him and his friends. I spent the day working in the kitchen and was heading upstairs when I saw that I had a huge bruise on my arm.
Of course these things don’t hurt until you’re aware of them, then suddenly once you can see it, you also can feel it.
I was feeling sorry for myself and doing my best not to accidentally bang that arm on anything for the rest of the afternoon.
So imagine my surprise when I finally figured out that it was actually chocolate and washed it right off. Guess it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it did.

Flies on the Wall | www.BakingInATornado.com 

PurDude had texted me one day and said he was going to call that day for a video chat. I waited and waited but he never called.
The next afternoon he called.
PurDude: Sorry I didn’t call last night, Mom, I was stuck at Walmat all night.
Me: What do you mean you were stuck at Walmart all night?
PurDude: Well, I took the bus to Walmart with some friends. After we shopped we got a sub from the sub shop in the store. We didn’t realize that the busses would stop running.
Me: OK, what did you do?
PurDude: We called a cab. They said it would take 40 minutes but it never came. We kept calling but it took hours to finally get a cab.
Me: Well, I guess you learned to check the bus schedule.
PurDude: No, we learned to call for a cab earlier.

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Imagine my surprise and excitement when I saw this notification in my Twitter feed:

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Imagine my disappointment when I clicked on his profile and found that it’s another person with the same name.

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PurDude added Google Analytics to my blog before he left for college. Google Analytics is just plain wrong and I can prove it, but that’s another story for another time.
I got an email from them about information I can find right in my blogger account so I’m not sure why they sent it, but one of their little nuggets was about the search terms people typed into Google that ultimately took them to my blog. One of them was “depantsed her son.”
Just for the record, I have never depantsed my son, either one. I certainly never wrote about it and I don’t really even think it’s a word. I may have to sue for defamation of character.



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Angry Owls

Angry Owl | www.BakingInATornado.com | #recipes #halloween

Hubs  cannot do an errand without calling me at least once. This is the start of a normal phone conversation for Hubs and I:
Cell phone rings and I answer: Hello?
Hubs: You answered your phone!
Me: I always answer my phone, why is it that you’re always so surprised.
Hubs: Well, sometimes it takes a few rings.
Me: Sometimes I’m busy, but I always answer my phone.
Hubs: Ok, next time I won’t be surprised.
Next time my cell phone rings:
Me: Hello?
Hubs: You answered your phone!

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Friday night after dinner I see hubs searching the kitchen, clearly on a mission. He looks on the counter, in the pantry, and has both the fridge and the freezer open.
Me: Can I help you, what are you looking for?
Hubs: Didn’t you bake anything?
Yes, folks, with PurDude gone and College Boy in and out, I haven’t been baking quite as much. Apparently Hubs will need an adjustment period.

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I have to admit that I have a bit of a mean streak. But I laugh EVERY night when this happens:
After dinner I do the dishes and hubs pulls the trash bag out of the trash compactor and puts it into the can in the garage. Then he goes and gets another bag (we just use regular large plastic trash bags in the compactor) out of the pantry to put into the compactor.
He cannot open those large plastic trash bags. Every night he tries to separate one side, turns the bag and tries the next. He attempts each side twice, then throws the bag onto the counter for me to open and stomps away. Every night.
And every night I laugh.


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I’ve been making lots of Halloween recipes and I used to just love seeing the looks on my boys and their friends’ faces as they walked in the house and saw what I had made. Just as important, I really miss PurDude, he was my best taste tester.
So Halloween baking is less “boo” and more “boo hoo.”
But because misery loves company (or because I’m just plain mean), I’ve been sending PurDude pictures of all the treats he hasn’t been taste testing.
Wish I could say it makes me feel better but . . . nope.

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I was in a war with a giant spider. He had made his web from one of my chairs on the deck off the kitchen to the drain pipe on the house. Every day I went outside with a broom and knocked the web down and every day he’d build it back. Until finally one day it was gone. Winning!
Went upstairs to my bedroom to open the window next to my bed. And there, in a huge web going from the house by my window to the roof line was the giant spider. I quickly shut the window and pulled the shade.
Well played, spider, well played.

Now click on the links below for a peek into some other homes:


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Angry Owls
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Printable Recipe
 
Ingredients:
Pretzel chips
Milk duds
Mini marshmallows
Mini M&Ms
Twizzlers
¼ cup chocolate chips
 
Directions:
*Preheat oven to 300 degrees.
*Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
*Cut each milk dud into 3 pieces. Cut each mini marshmallow in half. Cut twizzlers into approximately ¾ inch pieces and slice each piece in half lengthwise.
*Place half of your pretzel chips, flat side up, on the baking sheet. Place a piece of the milk dud at the top and one on each of the sides, not covering the pretzel holes.
*Place a second pretzel chip on top of the milk duds, lining it up with the bottom one.
*Bake for 4 minutes. Remove from oven, leave on the parchment.
*Melt chocolate chips on a microwave safe plate in the microwave until melted and smooth. Spread over the plate so it forms a thin layer on the plate.
*For each pretzel “sandwich”, dip the bottom only of two marshmallow halves in the chocolate and place, chocolate side down, on the two top holes of the pretzels (to make eyes).
*Dip mini M&Ms in the chocolate and press onto each marshmallow (to finish the eye).
*For each owl, dip 2 pieces of twizzler into the chocolate and form a “V” between the eyes.
*Place the baking sheet in the fridge to allow the chocolate to harden.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

The B Word

I actually wrote this post 2 years ago, when I had been blogging for just a few months, as a Guest Post. At the time PurDude, my youngest son, was a junior in high school and College Boy was a senior.

I rediscovered this post the other day, in the month of my own birthday and I have to admit it made me smile. I bet many Moms out there will be able to relate. It’s about what really happens when it’s Mom’s birthday, her turn to be pampered. Or so you’d think:

The “B” Word

What’s so great about a birthday anyway?

For me, a Mom, it starts the day before with baking myself a cake. After all, what’s a birthday without a cake? And I know my kids would be disappointed if we didn’t have one. So there’ll be one, and it’ll be my kids’ favorite cake, of course. And maybe I did put a little Amaretto into my coffee while baking my cake, but it IS my birthday after all. And I’m pleased to report that no desserts were harmed in the baking of this cake. . .  or something like that.

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Cream Cheese Toffee Cake
Cream Cheese Toffee Cake | www.BakingInATornado.com | #bake #cake #dessert

Let’s move on to the day of: I wash, dry, and fold the laundry and water the plants. I defrost and marinate the London Broil make the side dishes, prep the grill and set the table. I make pitchers of Raspberry Orange Margaritas and Shirley Temples. Lucky for me I don’t have to do any work on my birthday. After all, Hubs and the kids are making dinner (meaning lighting the grill, putting the steak on, turning it, bringing it in for me to slice and then patting themselves on the back for the rest of the night about all the work they saved me).

In all honesty, Hubs would have been happy to have picked out the dinner too, but I had an ulterior motive for doing it myself. I shudder to think of what he would have picked, and I knew that if I chose something we all liked, I’d get to eat without complaints for a change. After all, this is not an uncommon dinner conversation on my house:

Me: “I’m glad both of you boys work Sunday nights, Dad and I can have fish for dinner with no complaints.”
Older Son: “I can make you a recording of me complaining about dinner.”
Me: “I can make you a video of me changing the locks.”

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And gifts? It's possible I have subtly worked a hint or two into every conversation for the past month. I've been practicing my "I'm shocked, how did you know?" face for a week now, I think I've got it down.

Of course there are still some surprises. Like my friend from the bogosphere, Stacy, who made me a Mug Rug. Want one too? Her tutorial is here: make your own Mug Rug.

Mug Rug | Stacy Sews and Schools


Work done and dinner prepared for, here’s the next birthday dilemma: If your son, who’s a pain in the butt, gives you a hand-made card that says “I’m a pain in the butt” on the front, should you open it to see what’s inside? Or should you just leave well enough alone? I’m still thinking . . .

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PS: The "B" Word, in its original form, was published on 8-20-12 on the Anon Bloggers.


Cream Cheese Toffee Cake
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Printable Recipe
 
Ingredients:
8 oz cream cheese, softened
2 TBSP powdered sugar
8 Keebler Fudge Stripes Dark Chocolate cookies or chocolate shortbread cookies
2 TBSP toffee baking chips
 
¼ cup unsweetened baking cocoa
 
1 stick butter, softened
1 1/2 cups sugar
4 eggs
1 ½ cups chocolate syrup
1 tsp vanilla
2 cups flour
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp baking powder
 
4 oz cream cheese, softened
1/2 stick butter, softened
1/2 tsp vanilla
1 1/4 cups powdered sugar
Up to 3TBSP of milk
OPT: chocolate syrup and toffee baking chips for decorating
 
Directions:
*Process cookies in a food processor until they are fine crumbs.
*Grease a bundt pan. “Flour” it with baking cocoa.
*Beat 8 oz cream cheese with powdered sugar. Mix in the cookie crumbs and toffee chips. Roll into approximately ½ inch balls (should get about 20 of them) and place into the freezer for one hour.
*Beat the softened butter with the sugar. Beat in the eggs, then the chocolate syrup and vanilla.
*Mix in the flour, baking soda and baking powder until incorporated.
*Pour about 1/3 of the batter into bunt pan, drop ½ of the cream cheese balls onto the batter. Press down but not all the way to the bottom. Pour another third of the batter into the pan and top with the rest of the cream cheese balls. Cover with the rest of the batter and spread to even out the top as best you can.
*Bake for 50 - 60 minutes or until center of the top springs back to the touch.
*Cool for 15 minutes, remove from pan and cool completely.
*Beat cream cheese with butter and vanilla. Carefully, and starting on the lowest speed, beat in the powdered sugar. Beat in the milk a TBSP at a time, adding more if too thick, until the topping is of a good consistency to drizzle.
*Drizzle topping over the cake. Sprinkle with toffee chips and drizzle with chocolate syrup.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Use Your Words: The one where College Boy lights my car on fire

Today’s post is a monthly writing challenge. If you’re new here, this is how it works: participating bloggers pick 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s the fun twist: no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer ill take them. Until now.

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At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.
I’m using: cold ~ frozen ~ let it go ~ sizzling
They were submitted by Evil Joy Speaks.

Many of you who follow my Facebook Page saw this status update at the end of last month:

Tomorrow, when I’ve (hopefully) calmed down a bit, remind me to tell you about how my son and his friends lit my car on fire tonight . . .

Obviously this kind of a post brings a lot of questions. But tomorrow never came (so to speak). I seriously, up until now, just haven’t been able to put the words together. I mean it’s the kind of situation that makes your heart go stone cold. But when I got my words for today’s challenge, they seemed to actually be telling me that it’s now time to get it out.

Let me step back a minute and lead up to the story.

This summer, when College Boy was home from school, he needed to make money, a lot of it. He had spent every penny of the money he had saved, which should have lasted years, during his first year. He now wanted to get an apartment with friends for his sophomore year and couldn’t afford it.

He ended up getting a job on a farm a half hour from here. He worked hard, from 4 am to sometimes 10 pm. Due to his hours and how far the farm is, he ended up basically taking over my car. I’d had it for just a year and lost it to him for the summer.

One day this summer I was coming into the garage from out front and noticed quite a bit of damage to the rear bumper of my car. And guess what? He didn’t do it, knew nothing about it . . . I suppose it’s possible that someone on the farm scraped the car. Whatever. We buffed it and touched it up.

But suffice it to say that every time College Boy came home in my car, once he went upstairs, I’d always sneak over, open the garage door and just . . . you know . . . quietly take a peek. Even after he was done working on the farm and now still living at home and taking my car to school every day.

And on that fateful day, the same thing happened. I checked the garage and yup, car was there. Phew.

So imagine my surprise when College Boy came right back down to the kitchen and, visibly uncomfortable, said “Mom, I have to tell you what happened with your car. It was an accident. A bad one.”

I was confused. I’d seen the car, or the front anyway.
Me: Tell me.
College Boy: Well, after school I had to drive two of my friends home.
Me: Just tell me.
College Boy: I am . . . they had gotten a ride into school and needed a ride home.
Me (now shaking): Tel me what happened to the car!
College Boy: I’m telling you. It was an accident. We stopped at a drive-through to grab some food.
Me: WHAT HAPPENED?
College Boy: One friend asked what to do with the trash, his receipt. And I said  . . I was just kidding, Mom, I swear . . . I said “I don’t care, light it on fire . . .”

{{ You see where this is going, don’t you? }}

College Boy: He did. I didn’t know he would. We were just joking. but the inside of your car caught fire. The ceiling. It was an accident.

Me: {{ blink, blink }}

College Boy: His Mom’s boyfriend works on cars and we went over there to see if he could do anything. We painted it, that’s all we could do right now. It looks a little better but . . .

I stood there. Frozen. I hear that shock is your brain protecting you from that which you find too traumatic. I think I went into shock.

On shaky legs I went out to my car, opened the door and looked up. Yes, they had painted over it, but that didn’t matter. In my mind’s eye I could see the flames. I could hear the sizzling, and I knew the danger they had all been in.

Burned Car Ceiling | www.BakingInATornado.com


College Boy immediately made it clear that he’s take responsibility for getting it fixed but there was much discussion about maturity, safety, making bad choices. For days I was terrified, drowning in thoughts about all of the ways this could have turned out so much worse.

But the part that made me the angriest? Continues to infuriate me? It’s not the burnt ceiling of my car, that has me more scared than angry. It’s that College Boy says that he’s taken responsibility so there’s no more need for discussion. I should get over it. Let it go.

Let it go? There’s not enough booze on the planet . . .

I’m not clairvoyant but I’m thinking that if he lives here much longer I may end up having a very intimate relationship with a defibrillation machine.

You think Halloween is scary? I think LIFE is scary.

Help me.

And with all this talk of heat and fire, what would be the perfect recipe to share today? Devil’s Applesauce, of course:


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Devil’s Applesauce

Links to the other Use Your Words posts:


Baking In A Tornado | www.BakingInATornado.com

Devil’s Applesauce
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Printable recipe
 
Ingredients:
10 apples
½ cup Red Hots
1 cup Apple Ale
5 – 8  TBSP sugar (see NOTE below)
1 tsp cinnamon
 
Directions:
*Peel, core and slice the apples. Place into a large microwave safe bowl.
*Add the red hot candies to the apples.
*Pour in the Apple Ale, then add the sugar and cinnamon. Mix.
NOTE: You will want more sugar for a more tart apple and less for a sweeter apple.
*Cover your bowl with plastic wrap and slit to vent.
*Microwave for approximately 20 minutes. Remove from microwave and very carefully remove the plastic wrap. Pull it off to the side as you could burn your hand if it’s over the top when the steam escapes.
*Using a fork, mash apples to desired consistency. I like mine a little chunky, but you can certainly process in a food processor if you want it more smooth.
*Allow to sit and cool. There will be a lot of liquid when it first comes out of the microwave but will thicken as it cools.