Tuesday, May 22, 2018

BS at PU

When things get really rough, when I'm so stressed or angry or sad (or all three, depending on what's going on at any given time) that I can feel my blood pressure about to blow the top of my head off, I always say the same thing "please, dear G-d, just let me live long enough to get my youngest son through college." 

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If you read this blog and/or follow my Baking In A Tornado FB page regularly (you do, right?) you know that last weekend it happened, PurDude graduated. Not really sure that bodes well for my whole head explosion situation. In retrospect, maybe I should have thought a little longer term.

I struggled, 4 years ago, when (after my older son chose a college about an hour away) we packed my youngest up and drove him to school 10 hours away. It was bittersweet, setting up his room, and as you knew I would, lining his window sill with 9 dozen cookies for his new friends and crying the whole way then driving home without him.

Dark and White Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies, a crunchy dark chocolate oatmeal cookie sweetened with bursts of white chocolate chips. | Recipe developed by www.BakingInATornado.com | #recipe #cookies

Dark and White Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies
Dark and White Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies, a crunchy dark chocolate oatmeal cookie sweetened with bursts of white chocolate chips. | Recipe developed by www.BakingInATornado.com | #recipe #cookies

Four sometimes devastating and often equally delightful years later, we went up to Purdue last week to reverse the process. He's living in a house with a couple of friends instead of a dorm this time, but cookies once again included, of course.

We spent the weekend walking the campus, meeting more of PurDude's friends and visiting some of our favorite places. I'm going to have to admit here, as a mom, that there were places I could have lived without seeing. He'd sent me pictures of the outside of the house he was renting and it certainly was run down looking, but that's part of the whole student experience (or so I thought). I also thought I was paying rent for him to live in a house and all this time it turns out it was a cave. And that bathroom? I may need therapy. 

Speaking of therapy, Purdue has just the place. There was no question that we'd be stopping by Paddy's Sweet Shop for one of their famous milkshakes. This place is so cute, isn't it? 

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 And we had our share of laughs. Like when we saw this bike and PurDude explained to us that on campus if you leave your bike without locking it up, it won't be where you left it. Don't worry, it wasn't stolen. Everyone knows to just look up.

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 Graduation was amazing. I have to admit I've never been this entertained by a commencement before. Purdue has produced more astronauts than any other school and it happens that 2 are on the International Space Station right now. One of them received an honorary doctorate and since our son's degree is from the school of science, it played out in the graduation ceremony (one of six in total) that we attended. This segment of the graduation was actually done through a live hook-up to the Space Station and concluded with the astronaut addressing the new graduates. NASA even covered it live on their TV channel also.

If you want to see it, the link is to the video on the Purdue FB page is HERE. If you don't want to see the whole commencement, you can scroll forward to the Space Station part. If you do watch it, watch to the very end (even after the waving), it's pretty funny in places, and I love how it ends.

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 The highlight for us, of course, was hearing our son's name called and watching him cross that stage to receive his degree. A Bachelor's Degree in Science with a major in Computer Science and a minor in Organizational Leadership Skills. GPA: 3.2. Yeah, I may be just a little proud.  
Among the many obligatory pictures we were sure to get one of PurDude and Neil Armstrong. Now they are both Purdue alumni.

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And then it came. Time to say goodbye to his friends and his housemates and work on packing up to come home. We had limited space, his car and our SUV and that's it. We looked into renting a small truck but driving it one way would cost about 5 times what we paid for the items we'd be taking. Cheap college furniture is easily replaced. We had room for one large piece so PurDude had a decision to make, which had the most sentimental meaning to him. 

He was living in a house with 2 roommates so he did have some furniture that we'd bought him: a mini fridge, a desk, a futon, an air conditioner. Whatever he didn't take he was donating to his frat brothers. None of what we bought was expensive and all had served him well for 4 years so it didn't matter to us what he decided to keep. 

So what did he do? In the end it wasn't furniture we had bought him that came home with us after all, it was something he'd acquired along the way.

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Why yes, that actually is a Kegerator sitting in my garage. 


But if you go inside my house, climb the stairs and walk into the room on the left, there you will find my boy. Temporarily, of course, but for now all is right in my world. Perfect, in fact.

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Dark and White Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies

Ingredients (makes about 3 1/2 dz):
1/4 cup dark chocolate chips
1 stick butter, softened
1 stick margarine, softened
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 tsp vanilla
1 egg, room temperature
1 3/4 cups flour
2 TBSP baking cocoa
1 cup quick oats
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp baking soda
1 cup white chocolate chips

*Melt the dark chocolate chips until smooth when stirred.
*Cream the butter, margarine, sugar, brown sugar and vanilla. Beat in the egg and melted dark chocolate.
*Slowly at first until incorporated, beat in the flour, baking cocoa, oats, salt and baking soda. Mix in the white chocolate chips. Wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate for an hour.
*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cover baking sheets with parchment paper.
*Roll the dough into about 1 inch balls. Place on the baking sheets and press down gently with the heel of your hand. 
*Bake for 12 minutes. Cool on the baking sheet for 2 minutes before removing to cool completely.

Friday, May 18, 2018

Drop Everything and Do What, Now?: Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. Today 4 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. At the end of my post you’ll find links to this month’s other participants’ posts.

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Me: Blech.
College Boy: Blech?
Me: I have a bad taste in my mouth. I put conditioner on my hair in the shower and some splashed into my mouth.
College Boy: I'm sure you brushed your teeth, try putting something strong tasting in your mouth.
Me: Like I should eat an onion?
College Boy: I was thinking more of a shot of bourbon.

And just like that I finally see that this kid is a chip off the old block (hint: me)!

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I'm eating pistachios when College Boy walks in the room.

Me: Do you want some pistachios?
College Boy: No, I don't like them.
Me: You don't like pistachios? Everyone likes pistachios. What's wrong with you?
College Boy: I'm not nuts. . .

ba dum bum.

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Hubs got me a new phone in March. I was going away for 2 weeks, my old phone had died and he didn't want me traveling without one so he ran out and picked one up.

Me: I want you to return my phone.
Hubs: What? Why? You don't like it all of a sudden?
Me: It's mocking me. 
Hubs: Huh?
Me: It dings for no reason. It's only supposed to alert when Baking In A Tornado has an email or when I have a text. 
Hubs: Okayyyyyy . . .
Me: But now it will sometimes ding and I go check it and nothing. No email, no text, no message of any alert at all. It's mocking me.
Hubs takes my phone and walks upstairs.
Me: Why are you going upstairs? Are you going to return it?
Hubs: How about I give it a stern talking to and put it in a time out?
Me: Ummmm . . .
Hubs: Well, it worked with the kids.

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My eyes and my ears have been failing me. Well, and my knees and my memory too. And head, shoulders knees and toes, knees and toes . . .

Anyway, I listed a few instances last month of things I'd misheard or misread. Here are a few more:

I was working on my laptop with the TV on the other evening and a commercial came on. Not fully paying attention, I looked up when I heard an older woman saying "I'm a spider".

Me: Huh? Did she say she's a spider?
Hubs: Fighter. She said she's a fighter.
Me: Ah, OK, carry on.

Another day I was looking at a list of April silly holidays. You know, like the recent post I wrote called Found My Day about Blame Someone Else Day. So I was reading through the days and was stopped short. What the hell? There's an upcoming Drop Everything and Breed Day? Huh? No way!

Yeah, no way. It's Drop Everything and READ Day, btw.

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I had made a few desserts for Passover and Hubs wanted to try the pie in the fridge.

Hubs: What kind of pie is this?
Me: Tropical Fruit Pie.
Hubs (looking at the pie): So there's matzo in this?
Me: No, no matzo, just normal ingredients, things we can eat on Passover. There's a walnut crust and the pie is like a Key Lime pie but it's Pineapple.
Hubs: Oh good, I like Key Lime Pie.
Me: But it's not Key Lime flavored.
Hubs (disappointed): No? You said Key Lime.
Me: It's that consistency, but it's pineapple flavored, I wanted to try something different.
Hubs: You could have made Key Lime.
Me: How would that be different?
Hubs: Well, Key Lime would be good.
Me: WHAT? Jeez, can't you at least take a bite before you start the insults?

Later . . .

Hubs: Came out good. 
Me: Gee thanks.
Hubs: For not being Key Lime.

Tropical Scones: start your day with tropical fruits and nuts baked into a flaky scone. | Recipe developed by www.BakingInATornado.com | #recipe #breakfast #brunch

Tropical Scones
Tropical Scones: start your day with tropical fruits and nuts baked into a flaky scone. | Recipe developed by www.BakingInATornado.com | #recipe #breakfast #brunch

After brunch, I handed my husband my camera and the manual.

Me: My flash isn't working. I know I must have just pressed something. Can you figure out what and make it work again.
Hubs: You can't figure it out? 
Me: I didn't even look. You know I hate all that boring stuff and you like reading dry informational manuals.
Hubs: No I don't.
Me: Yes you do.
Hubs: No, I don't.
Me: Yes, you do.
Hubs: You're going to say that I do as many times as I say I don't, aren't you.
Me: Yup.
Hubs: Guess I'll stop standing here and go figure out how to get your flash turned back on.
Me: I knew you would.
Hubs: Seems like you did.

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If you make me angry enough, I tend to get sarcastic. I'm not the most patient person in the world, but I don't just fly off the handle either.

We had problems with our internet, so we'd had to go in and change the password for our router, then re-sign in on our phones, Kindle, laptops . . .

I went to use the printer a few days later and could not. I realized that it probably had to do with having reset our password. I had to google what to do, it got quite technical and I started to sweat. There was a good chance I'd do irreparable harm.

While going through the steps, there was a knock on my door and a ringing of the bell. I peeked out from the office, saw a salesman, decided not to answer and went back to what I was doing. Another knocking and ringing, which I ignored. A third ringing and I was mad. I abruptly opened the door.

Salesman (with a big smile and a jolly voice): Are you the lady of the house?
Me (less than jolly, to say the least): No, I'm the garden gnome.

He was still standing there with his mouth open when I shut the door. 

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have no idea what College Boy was dreaming about, but he came down the stairs and imparted this little bit of wisdom:

College Boy: Mom, I don't punch babies and I expect you to do the same.

Anyone who reads this blog knows how I'm always trying to get him to write me a guest post so I answered him.

Me: Son, I do write blog posts and I expect you to do the same.   

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I was watching Beat Bobby Flay on the Food Network. Two contestants cook a dish and the winner goes up against Bobby Flay making a dish of their choice. There's a blind taste test and a winner.

College Boy: Could you beat Bobby Flay, Mom?
Me: I don't think so, honey.
College Boy: You need to be more positive.
Me: I'm positive I could not beat Bobby Flay.
College Boy: Really, Mom?
Me: Not if he had one hand tied behind his back . . .

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College Boy went out with friends and came in the house at around 1:00 am. I heard the garage door go up and figured (correctly) he didn't have his key with him. I waited to hear the garage door go down again, but it didn't.

I went downstairs to find him in the garage pressing the button, but the door wasn't moving. I had to go out there, figure out what was wrong, make the adjustment and get the door to close. 

College Boy: I had a few beers.
Me: I figured.

College Boy: I know they say not to operate heavy machinery when you've been drinking. but I didn't think they meant garage doors.

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

Menopausal Mother 
Never Ever Give Up Hope 
Spatulas on Parade

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Tropical Scones         

Printable Recipe

3 cups flour
1/3 cup sugar
3/4 tsp salt
1 TBSP baking powder
1/4 tsp cinnamon
1 stick butter, sliced
1/3 cup peeled mango choped
1/4 cup dried sweetened pineapple, chopped
2 eggs
2/3 cup milk, divided
1 tsp pineapple, rum or vanilla extract or 1/2 tsp almond extract

2 TBSP butter

*Place parchment paper onto a baking sheet.
*Add the flour, sugar, salt, baking powder, cinnamon and 1 stick of sliced butter into a food processor. Pulse a few times until crumbly. Move to a bowl.
*Gently mix in the mango, pineapple and cashews.
*In a small bowl, whisk the eggs, 1/3 cup of the milk and the extract of your choice. Add to the dry ingredients and stir just until incorporated. Add only as much of the rest of the milk, if you need any at all, as you need just until the dough comes together. You want it moist but not wet.
*Turn the dough onto a floured counter, flour your hands and knead a few times, just until the dough holds together.
*Move to the baking sheet and gently form into a rectangle approximately 8 1/2 inches by 6 inches. Cut the width in half and the length into 3 equal pieces so you end up with 6 rectangles. Cut each into 2 triangles. Gently move the pieces apart a bit.
*Place the baking sheet into the refrigerator for 1/2 hour.
*Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
*Melt the remaining 2 TBSP butter. Brush onto the scones. Place in the oven and bake for 30 minutes. Remove from oven and allow to cool slightly. Serve warm.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Friendship, Debt and the Self-Preservation Clause

There are songs, poems, stories, memes, cliches and sayings about the value of friendship, so I don't have to tell you about all of the benefits. But you know what? It's not all sweetness and light and unquestioning support. There, I said it. Sometimes the relationship is difficult, sometimes strained, and sometimes . . . well, sometimes friendship is a battle of wills, a negotiation.

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Lynne: No.
Me: No?
Lynne: Hell no.
Me: What do you mean?
Lynne: I mean I'm not doing it.
Me: But you owe me.
Lynne: Owe you?
Me: Remember last month when I . . .
Lynne: (interrupting): Yeah, I know, and I thanked you a million times but . . .
Me (interrupting): But?
Lynne: But "I owe you", that's just something people say.
Me: No it's not.
Lynne: Yes, it is.
Me: No it's not, it's a debt. And I'm calling it in.
Lynne: It's not a debt, it's just an expression of gratitude.
Me: Well, if you're grateful, you return the favor.
Lynne: There are limits.
Me: Limits?
Lynne: Some things shouldn't be done. 
Me: I know. And maybe this is one of them.
Lynne: Not sure I want to find out the hard way. 
Me: Really? Even for a friend. One you owe . . .Lynne: I thought we already settled that debt thing.
Me: Fine, no debt. But we're good friends, friends do things for each other. Like last month when I . . .
Lynne (interrupting): Friends do things for each other, but not anything. Not something that will be too difficult for them to handle. There are risks. And repercussions.
Me: Risk? Repercussions?
Lynne: Yes, repercussions. I mean, I'd then have to go on with my day as if nothing happened.
Me: Seriously? Do I say "no" to you?
Lynne: Have I ever put you at physical risk?
Me: Probably.
Lynne: We're friends so you know that in some dire situations, you just have to say "no".
Me: You're invoking the self-preservation clause?
Lynne: No, as someone who cares about you, it's my responsibility to deter you from something that could be traumatic.
Me: I know but . . .
Lynne (interrupting): Ask me something else. I know, I can save you shopping, time and energy and make the snack for you for our book group on Friday? I'll even make your recipe. How about those Raspberry Sunflower Seed Oat Muffins? 
Raspberry Sunflower Seed Oat Muffins, bursting with fresh flavors, a delicious way to start your day. | Recipe developed by www.BakingInATornado.com | #recipe #bake

Raspberry Sunflower Seed Oat Muffins
Raspberry Sunflower Seed Oat Muffins, bursting with fresh flavors, a delicious way to start your day. | Recipe developed by www.BakingInATornado.com | #recipe #bake

Me: Oh, cool, you can do that too.
Lynne: Too?
Me: Well, since you're volunteering and all . . .
Lynne: I'm volunteering to help you out in place of your putting me in peril.
Me: So now this is a negotiation? You're going to repay me by doing what's easier for you instead of what I need?
Lynne: Need? You don't need . . .
Me (interrupting): Well, yes. I need your support. We both know this is something I can't do alone, I wouldn't do alone.
Lynne: Fine, you shamed me into it, I'll do it.
Me: You'll do it? 
Lynne: Under duress. And against my better judgement.
Me: I don't know. Now you made me feel bad. What if you're not able to make it through the rest of your day . . .
Lynne: I won't be alone. I don't think you will either. And it will serve you right. 
Me: Well, if it's too painful we can decide to never do it again.
Lynne: Fine. We'll jog at dawn. 
Me: Thanks. I owe you.

I'm not sure which was more difficult, getting up at dawn, or actually running for 2 miles. But she was right, neither one of us was walking well for the rest of the day. Guess we'll put that in the "never again" column.

And I don't really owe her, right? I mean, that's just something people say . . .

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Raspberry Sunflower Seed Oat Muffins        

Printable Recipe

1 cup quick oats 
1/4 cup shelled sunflower seeds
1 1/2 cups flour
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 1/4 cup milk
1/4 cup Greek yogurt
1 egg
2 tsp lemon extract
1/2 cup fresh raspberries, quartered 

1/2 cup powdered sugar
1 TBSP lemon juice
1 TBSP water
2 TBSP sunflower seeds

*Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Insert muffin paper cups into 12 muffin tins and gently spray the interiors of the paper cups.
*Mix together the oats, 1/4 cup of sunflower seeds, flour, brown sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Whisk together the milk, yogurt, egg and lemon extract, then mix in just until incorporated.
*Fold in the raspberries. Divide the batter into the prepared muffin tins.
*Bake for 20 minutes or until the center springs back to the touch. Cool completely.
*Mix together the powdered sugar, lemon juice and water. Spoon over the cooled muffins. Sprinkle with the remaining sunflower seeds.

Friday, May 11, 2018

Pomp and Circumstance: Use Your Words

Today’s post is a monthly writing challenge. If you’re new here, this is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once. All of the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the recipient will 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: aggravate ~ college ~ integrity ~ longitude ~ restaurant
They were submitted by Rena of The Blogging 911.

Now I'm not saying that he's doing it just to aggravate me, but my youngest son graduates from college tonight.   

Granted I'm grateful to be finished with the huge bills we've been paying for the past four years, not just tuition and housing and food and books and spending money and gas money and frat dues, but airfare every time we brought him home. And let me just tell you, having a kid live in a latitude and longitude 10 hours from mine makes everything more difficult. Like when he broke his leg, when his frat brother/chef died unexpectedly, when he had a flat tire (3 in one year, actually) . . . I could go on but you get it.

So yes, the finances and the logistics have been a challenge. But what really has me annoyed, flabbergasted actually, is that I was just attending college myself about a blink of an eye ago, how can it possibly be that I'm old enough for my baby to be graduating himself? How? Really? I want to know.

Well, now that it seems inevitable, (both his graduation and my advanced age), we all enter the next phase of this journey. I am hoping that he will take a few months off before starting work, but the reality still is that my favorite (well, one of them) taste tester will no longer be spending 4 weeks in the winter and 10 weeks in the summer home with me.

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Orange Sesame Thumbprint Cookies
Orange Sesame Thumbprint Cookies, sesame studded cookies filled with an orange jam and powdered sugar center. A fun alternative to the original cookie flavors. | Recipe developed by www.BakingInATornado.com | #recipe #cookies

Whichever job offer he accepts, we will set him up, make sure he has a place to live, furniture, a car and whatever else he needs. I will try, yet again, to make him understand that he needs to learn to cook a little. Fast food restaurants cannot be the source of his every meal like it has been this past year since he moved out of his frat.

But that is for tomorrow. Tonight is for reflection. Celebration. For Pomp and Circumstance and a tear or two.

It's been quite a ride, these past four years. It's been full of successes but also set-backs. It's been an eye opening experience for him, having to deal with so much on his own. And all while achieving over a 3.0 GPA with a BS in Computer Science and a Minor in Organizational Leadership Skills. Because in the end his integrity has been a beacon. We know, and he knows, that in good times and in bad (sometimes really, really bad), we have his back. But more importantly, we know that he stands firmly and solidly on his own two feet.

Congratulations, PurDude. So very proud to call you my son. 

Here are links to all the other Use Your Words posts:

Orange Sesame Thumbprint Cookies

Ingredients (makes about 30):
1 sticks butter, softened
1/2 cup brown sugar
2 eggs, room temperature
1/2 tsp almond extract
2 cups flour
1/2 tsp salt
2 oz sesame seeds

1/2 cup powdered sugar
1/2 cup orange jam
1 TBSP orange juice

*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cover baking sheets with parchment paper. 
*Separate the eggs. Place the whites in a bowl and whisk lightly. Place the sesame seeds in another bowl.
*Beat the egg yolks with the butter, brown sugar, almond extract until smooth. Mix in flour and salt.
*Make approximately 3/4 inch balls with the dough. Dip them into the whisked egg whites, then press the tops into the sesame seeds. Place on the baking sheets.
*Make an indentation into the center of each cookie. Don't press all the way through.
*Bake for about 12 to 14 minutes or until light brown. Press the centers gently to reform the indentation. Cool completely.
*Whisk the powdered sugar, orange jam and the orange juice. Spoon about 1 tsp into the indentation of each cooled cookie. 

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Ode to a Sock: Lost Sock Memorial Day Poetry

The Monthly Poetry group is at it again. This month we've decided to pay homage to that never ending laundry dilemma, the lost sock.

Yes, today is Lost Sock Memorial Day. It's a plague we've all dealt with, may as well just acknowledge it, right.

Funny story: kids tend to be serious about rule following. Well, sometimes. Anyway, when College Boy was little, I bought him a 2 pack of socks that actually said "right" and "left" on them. Why? I have no idea. But true to form, one of each pair eventually were lost in the wash. Unfortunately, it was both "right" designated socks. And it took some doing to convince him that it was OK to wear both "left"s. Oy. 

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Without further ado (yes, that's an old timey saying), my poem, Ode to a Sock.

Ode to a Sock

Who'd have thought,
you're a worthy foe.
How could you, dirty socks,
inflict so much sorrow?

Mocking me each laundry day,
with your disappearing act.

I know I always start with two,
then one you do subtract.

One by one you sneak away,
leaving mates behind.
Me to wear a red with blue.
Why are you so unkind?

Looking dignified while mismatched,
has become quite a feat.
I imagine you're still close to home,
laughing, what a treat.

Bet that there's some sock folklore,
tales of a hideaway.
A magical place where you all go,
to sing and dance and play. 

I've hunted and I've searched for you,
"please come back" I say.
Torn the laundry room apart,
nothing . . . to my dismay.

Sock nemesis, you win, I lose, 
Mr. Red, Mrs. Blue, Ms. Teal.
I will not try to bring you home,
I'm here to make a deal. 
I'll keep your secret, missing socks,
of this I pledge and swear.
May need a hiding place myself.
So tell me, where's your lair?

NOTE: I decided not to try to tie a recipe into the dirty laundry theme today, for rather obvious reasons, instead giving it a gratuitous mention here at the end of my post:

Lemon Raspberry Punch, fresh berries and sherbet make this drink perfect for graduations or any celebration. | Recipe developed by www.BakingInATornado.com | #recipe #cocktail

Lemon Raspberry Punch

Before you go, click on these links to more poetry from some of my friends: 
 Dawn of Cognitive Script shares Ode to My Sock
Diane of On the Border shares The Monthly SWS.

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Lemon Raspberry Punch

Printable Recipe

NOTE: You can make this in a punch bowl or pitcher for a group

Ingredients (per drink):
about 4 fresh raspberries
2 small scoops rainbow sherbet 
4 oz raspberry lemonade
1 oz lemon liqueur
3 oz raspberry liqueur
2 oz ginger ale

*Place 4 raspberries in the bottom of a large glass. Add 2 small scoops of sherbet.
*Mix together the raspberry lemonade, lemon liqueur and raspberry liqueur. Slowly add the ginger ale. Pour into the prepared glass.