Friday, June 28, 2019

Bowl Dirty, Hand Clean: Funny Friday

Today’s post is this month’s Funny Friday, a regular feature published on the last Friday of every month. Funny Friday is a collaborative project. Each month one of the participants submits a picture, then we all write 5 captions or thoughts inspired by that month’s picture. Links to the other bloggers’ posts are below, click on them and see what they’ve come up with. I hope we bring a smile to your face as you start your weekend.

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Here's today's picture. It was submitted by Karen of Bookworm in the Kitchen.

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1. Son to mom: Look mom, I'm cooking!
Mom to her son: OK, first lesson, you're supposed to mix the ingredients in the bowl, not in your hand. Bowl dirty, hand clean, not the other way around.

2. Son to Dad: Look Dad, I'm making dinner!
Dad to Mom: Did I mention I'm going out with the guys tonight?
Mom (whispering to Dad): Take me with you!

3. Son to Mom: I think I'm catching a cold, Mom. Look, I just sneezed.
Mom (to herself): Yeah, Hubs was thrilled to have a son, but I'm starting to think maybe I don't have the stomach for a boy.

4. Son: Come here, Mom, I need a hug.

Mom (facing the sink) is so excited, at this age he rarely says that. Then she turns around and realizes that if she likes her outfit, she better look for the closest door . . . 

But really, Mom knows, the outfit means nothing. Slime or not, she'll take that hug whenever she can get one.

5. Son: Mom, I think I might have done something wrong when I made my soup . . .

 And now for something yummy (not soup): 

Grilled Orange Balsamic Salmon over Broccoli Slaw, a fast and easy dinner. Salmon is marinated, grilled, and served over a broccoli slaw dressed with the same marinade. | Recipe developed by | #recipe #dinner

Grilled Orange Balsamic Salmon over Broccoli Slaw
Grilled Orange Balsamic Salmon over Broccoli Slaw, a fast and easy dinner. Salmon is marinated, grilled, and served over a broccoli slaw dressed with the same marinade. | Recipe developed by | #recipe #dinner

Click on the links below and let some other bloggers make you smile:
Spatulas on Parade
 The Bergham Chronicles
Bookworm in the Kitchen
Southern Belle Charm  

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Grilled Orange Balsamic Salmon over Broccoli Slaw

about 1/3 to 12# salmon fillet per person
1/2 cup balsamic vinaigrette salad dressing
1/4 cup orange marmalade
1 TBSP orange juice
1 bag (12 oz) of broccoli slaw
2 green onions, sliced
1 small can (10 - 11 oz) mandarin orange slices, drained
1/4 cup sesame seeds, toasted

OPT: additional toasted sesame seeds for serving

*Whisk together the salad dressing, orange marmalade and orange juice. Place about 1/3 of this mixture into a shallow pan about the size of your salmon fillets.

*Rinse the salmon and pat dry. Place into the marinade, skin side down, then flip over. Cover with foil and refrigerate for 2 hours or up to a day.
*Place the broccoli slaw, green onion slices and mandarin orange slices into a large bowl. Add the remaining dressing mixture and the sesame seeds and mix well. Cover and refrigerate.
*One hour before cooking, remove the dish from the refrigerator and place on counter.
*Heat your grill to medium high. Place fish, flesh side down, on the grill and immediately lower the temperature to medium. Cook for about 3 minutes. Using a large spatula, flip the fish over and cook until it flakes when tested with a fork.
*Serve the salmon over the broccoli slaw. Sprinkle with additional toasted sesame seeds if desired.

Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Potty Ponderings

I had taken a seat, the other day, ummm, how can I put this? Let's just say that I'm a princess, and was sitting on my throne. It's unfortunately a communal throne, but that may be a discussion for another day. Or never. 

Anyway, I was sitting there when I was suddenly struck by some fairly pertinent questions. Situation specific, so to speak. So, like anyone else on the planet, I asked google. Because, since I no longer have little ones, I was actually alone in the throne room. And even if the kids had been there, I'm not sure I could trust their answers. 

It went something like this:

Me: Google, who in the world uses single ply?
Google: Single ply roofs are economic and perform well under drastic weather changes. 
OK, not really what I was looking for, but good to know.

Me: If you're at someone's house and the toilet paper is on wrong (you know, the dreaded under instead of over), after you fix it, is it OK to go upstairs and check their other bathrooms. In case you can be of further service?

I got a few different answers on this one, neither of them informed me of the proper visiting guest toilet paper etiquette.

The first article was about what to do if you're at someone's house and you clog the toilet. Don't ask me the answer, I don't know, I didn't read it. You think this blog post is TMI? Let me tell you, that article looked like a whole lot of TMI.

The second option , although useful information also, didn't answer my question either. I did find out that a toilet works on the principals of gravity and if you leave a clogged toilet alone overnight, it could very well clear itself. So don't be so quick to reach for that plunger (not that I ever am).

I'm thinking my kids would have done better answering this one. They would have said "yes" or "no". More than likely one would have said "yes" and the other "no" so not only would I have gotten answers that at the least were appropriate to the question, but statistically, one of them would have been right. 

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Me: Why are they now making toilet paper rolls so big that they don't fit on the holder and you end up tearing it off one aggravating square at a time?

Surprisingly, the first suggested article that came up would have made more sense had it come up on my previous query. This piece claimed to have the scientific answer to the over/under toilet paper debate. Not only didn't it answer my question, but there's no need for a scientific answer, everyone knows it's over. Discussion over.

The second article informed me that there is actually such a thing as rapidly dissolving toilet paper that breaks down 4 times as faster than other toilet papers. Apparently it's Clog Clinic tested. Is that a thing? Or are they shitting me?

Me: Why does toilet paper have designs quilted onto it?

I thought for sure I'd get appropriate answers on this one, but the first article told me that toilet paper was invented in China (no information about whether it had designs or not), and that when first introduced to the states, it was called "medicated paper for the water closet".

The second piece discussed the fact that toilet paper is available in several types of paper and a multitude of patterns. Apparently if it's quilted or rippled, it's "luxury". I may not know why they add designs, but apparently I've got the luxurious water closet paper.

Needless to say, I didn't fit a recipe into today's post. I could have, but the knock on the door was telling me that my inquiring mind (and the rest of me) needed to loan my throne to another family member. It's also possible that today's subject matter may not have exactly been appetite inducing. 

Hopefully my Oatmeal Butterscotch Quick Bread will be:

Oatmeal Butterscotch Quick Bread comes together in just minutes. Dense, chewy and less sweet than many quick breads, this one is a great accompaniment to any meal. | Recipe developed by | #recipe #bread

Oatmeal Butterscotch Quick Bread
Oatmeal Butterscotch Quick Bread comes together in just minutes. Dense, chewy and less sweet than many quick breads, this one is a great accompaniment to any meal. | Recipe developed by | #recipe #bread

Oh, I actually did ask one more question. I was afraid that google might be feeling badly because of it's clear uselessness to me today, so I snuck in an easy one.

Me: Does a bear poop in the woods?
Google: Yes.

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Oatmeal Butterscotch Quick Bread        

Printable Recipe

2 1/4 cups flour
3/4 cup quick oats
1/2 cup brown sugar
2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
2 cups buttermilk
1 tsp vanilla
3/4 cup butterscotch baking chips, divided

*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a 9 X 5 loaf pan.
*In a large bowl, mix together the flour, quick oats, brown sugar, baking soda and salt. Beat in the buttermilk and vanilla. Mix in 1/2 cup of the butterscotch baking chips.
*Pour evenly into the prepared pan. Dot the top with the remaining butterscotch baking chips.
*Bake for 40 to 45 minutes, or until the top is completely brown and crusty. Cool in the pan for 10 minutes before running a knife around the edges to remove. 
*Tastes best served warm with a pat of butter.

Friday, June 21, 2019

Hot Oil and Naked Girls: Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. Today 6 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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Sometimes I wonder how PurDude ended up so damn literal, then other times I'm reminded of exactly how.

The Red Sox had played an afternoon game, which I had watched. Hubs came home from work:

Hubs: I saw on my ESPN app that the Red Sox played a game this afternoon, did you know that? They killed the Blue Jays.
Me: There wasn't a game, there was a home run derby.
Hubs: No, they don't do those other than at the All Star games mid-season.
Me: Think about what I'm saying, what was the score?
Hubs: It was like 12 - 2.
Me: Yes, I saw it on TV. It was a home run derby.
Hubs: Then how was there a final game score?
Me (rolling my eyes so hard I can hear them rattling): Think about what I'm telling you. It was a home run derby.

Hubs starts to talk but I walk away thinking, you know, that I may need my eyeballs for another day or something.

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It has been raining. I'm mean really raining. Constantly, consistently, never ending wet, soggy, sloshy rain.

It's been raining so much that even the ducks are crossing the road to get to the other side.

Ducks crossing the road in the rain | Picture taken by and property of

Before you tell me how horrible my picture taking skills are, let me say that it was dark, I couldn't control the rain drops, obviously, and (I was safely at a stop, btw) I was trying to take the picture in between passing cars that blocked my view. 

But this first picture I tried to take of the ducks? Well, I've got no good excuse for this one:

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We didn't grow up in the cell phone generation, Hubs and I, so it's been an adjustment. I spoke before about how, when Hubs first got his, he couldn't text. Either I'd have to take his phone and respond to texts for him or, if he wasn't home, he would call me, tell me what the boys had texted to him and then text back his answer from my cell. Ugh.

Those were the days of flip phones. Now, of course, texting is so much easier and he's able to do it (yay, progress). But now also, we have to tap the screen to use the phone. If I'm sitting with him watching TV, I often hear knocking noises. I look over and Hubs is banging on his cell.

Me: What are you doing?
Hubs: Checking my phone.
Me: You just need to tap it.
Hubs: I am.
Me: Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if that thing got a restraining order.

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We were all sitting in the den watching the Red Sox. It was just the first inning when it looked like when the batter hit the ball, it hit our pitcher.

Me: Oh no, that ball hit the pitcher. He hit the pitcher.

{{silence}}, everyone's busy on their cells.

Me: Did you see that? It's the first inning and the manager is out on the mound talking to the pitcher. He could come out, this is awful.


A few minutes later Hubs looks up and sees the pitcher coming out.

Hubs: Hey, what's going on? 
Me: I told you. No one listens to me. You're too busy beating the crap out of your phone.

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Another day and Hubs and I had just finished dinner. The Bruins were playing for the Stanley Cup but the basketball finals were on too. I haven't been interested in the basketball playoffs since the Celtics were eliminated so I stayed upstairs to watch the Bruins while Hubs took his dessert on a plate and went down to the man cave to switch back and forth between games.

It wasn't until hours later, in the 3rd period that Hubs came up to stick his plate in the dishwasher.

Hubs (peeking up the stairs): So, the Bruins tied the game.
Me: Yes, I was pretty pissed off through most of this game.
Hubs: I know, I could hear you screaming at the TV all the way downstairs.
Me: Is that why it took you 2 hours to come up and wash your plate.
Hubs: Well, yeah.
Me: What if they never tied it up, would you have sat in the basement with your dirty plate until tomorrow.
Hubs: You know I would.
Me: Jeez, I didn't know I was that scary.
College Boy (walking into the room): Well, I could have told you that.

Grilled Portobello Skewers, vegetables are marinated in a red wine vinaigrette, skewered and grilled. Serve over brown rice for a meatless dinner. | Recipe developed by | #recipe #grilling

Grilled Portobello Skewers
Grilled Portobello Skewers, vegetables are marinated in a red wine vinaigrette, skewered and grilled. Serve over brown rice for a meatless dinner. | Recipe developed by | #recipe #grilling

My Pinterest account really seems to be heating up. Which, initially, would make me happy. Until I went and looked. These are actual words that actually came out of my mouth:

Me: Oh good, naked girls are following me on Pinterest.
College Boy: Seems like your fan base.
Me: No, it's bad enough when hot oil splatters on you when you've got clothes on, no way would naked girls be a messy baker's fan base.

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Me: What the hell is "eye-ass"?
Hubs: What? You OK? Do I need to get you to a hospital?
Me: No, I'm writing my Longer Days poem for the Monthly Poetry Group.
Hubs: Okay????
Me: I needed help with a rhyme so I googled it and among the options is "eyass". What the hell is that?
Hubs: No clue.
Me: And how the hell does that rhyme with "nights". Words that rhyme with nights are bites, lights, sites, tights . . . and eyass? 
Hubs: I'm sure you're not reading that right, maybe poetry is too taxing for you, why don't you lay down for a while. 
Me (getting frustrated): Lay down? Me? I'm not the one who says eyass rhymes with nights. Maybe google should lay down.
Hubs just looks at me silently.
Me: I think I'll go lay down.

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PurDude got a new car. He and Hubs were driving it back from the dealer to our house. Hubs called from the car.

Hubs: We got it, we're on our way.
Me: He must be so happy.
Hubs: He is, but let me tell you, this is a really fast car.
PurDude (yelling in the background): Don't tell mom that!!
Me: Ask him how he was going to hide that from me.

The next day I spent the day looking into insurance for him. Then I texted him:

Me: I got an insurance quote that's as high monthly as your car payment. Haven't been able to find out how long you have to get the car insured so you really need to drive it as little as possible until we get insurance.
PurDude: {{silence}}
Me: Not gonna happen, right?
PurDude: Nope.
Me: Oh good, I needed something else to worry about.

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Another day and PurDude and I were watching the Red Sox again (yeah, we do that often) while I was making dinner. A commercial came on for free Taco Bell tacos, something to do with the NBA playoffs.

PurDude: Oh, we should go get free tacos.
Me: I don't like Taco Bell.
PurDude: Me either.
Me {{blink, blink}}: If you don't like it, why do you want to go?
PurDude: Well, free.
Me: If I said I would give you diarrhea for free would you drive over here for dinner.
PurDude: Point made.

Phew, in retrospect I really opened myself up on that one, was afraid of what he COULD have said about my cooking . . . 

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Same day, we were still watching the game when I sneezed. He didn't say anything. 

Me: "Bless you" is what you're supposed to say.
PurDude: Love you, Ma.

I'll take that over a "bless you" any day.

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

Never Ever Give Up Hope  
Menopausal Mother 
Spatulas on Parade
Bookworm in the Kitchen
Follow Me Home

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Grilled Portobello Skewers

12 oz thick sliced portobellos
1/2 pint cherry or grape tomatoes
1 zucchini, sliced
1 red pepper, cleaned and chopped into about 1" pieces
1/4 red onion, peeled and pulled apart into individual scales

6 TBSP red wine vinegar
3 TBSP olive oil 
2 cloves garlic, minced
1/2 tsp minced ginger
1/4 tsp salt
1/8 tsp pepper

OPT: brown rice for serving

*Carefully place all of the vegetables into a sealable bag. You want to be sure the portobello slices don't break.

*Whisk together the red wine vinegar, olive oil, minced garlic, minced ginger, salt and pepper. Pour into the bag and refrigerate, turning once, for 2 hours.
*Remove the vegetables from the marinade. Lay them all flat and carefully push the skewers through the vegetables, with all of the vegetable options on each skewer.
*Heat your grill to medium. Place the skewers on the grill. Grill for about 5 minutes per side. The vegetables should soften. 
OPT: Serve over brown rice.

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Personal and Confidential, My Gluteus Maximus

It started with a letter. 

It was marked "personal and confidential". Not addressed to me, but that's just a detail, right? Everyone knows if you send a letter to a man marked that way it's like waving a red cape in front of a bull, you can bet your ass that wife is gonna open it. Especially since, initially, I was terrified. What official letter could possibly come to Hubs? Has he been drafted? Into the Space Force? He can't go, you know. He's got bone spurs.

Personal and Confidential, a letter from the "president". |

Now I just want to commend you, seeking out my husband to write to personally at 5:43 am. And although your letter hits on all of your dog whistles, lies, delusional interesting world views, I have to admit that it doesn't really sound like you. There aren't any made up words, way fewer random use of capital letters (well, other than "Fake News Media" and "Liberals"), or glaring spelling errors. Did you turn on your spell check? You can admit it, I won't tell.

I actually posted the above picture on my FB page, and in the ensuing discussion, a fellow blogger, Tamara, suggested a blog post response. Good idea Tamara, I actually have, in fact, responded. Not with money, of course, but with something way more valuable. 

June 18th
3:30 am

I want to thank you for your recent letter to my husband. He never saw it, but I'm sure he'd be appreciative of the time an effort you took to explain to him personally (and confidentially) how you feel about those evil liberals who want things like health care, human rights and affordable education.

Anyway, I'm awake and answering you at 3:30 in the morning as I just have such a hard time sleeping these days. Because of, you know, things like the electoral college, kids in cages, pedophiles running for office, White House staff breaking the law, increasing anti-semitism, cronyism, trampling of women's rights, Mitch McConnell . . .

I know you ask, in your letter, for $2020, but since you got the tax break and I . . . well . . . didn't. And since you don't grocery shop and I've suffered frequently increasing food prices and now gas prices due to tariff and trade agreement whims, I thought I'd offer you some sage advice instead.  

*If you say something on tape, you can deny it later if you want, but chances are pretty good that people are going to know you said it.

*Every day is not "take your kids to work" day.

*Methinks thou doth protest too much. Truth is, people who are stable and who are geniuses don't need to talk about it. Over and over and over again.

*Sometimes bad things happen that Hillary is not responsible for. Like wild fires. Even if she didn't sweep the forest floor.
*When hosting guests, especially in the people's house, Mickey D's is just . . . well . . . gauche. You know there's a chef who will cook for guests, right? And you don't have to do the dishes either, there's a staff for that too. So maybe try to show a little class. A nice grilled steak, that's a dinner worth serving.

Grilled Asian Flank Steak is bursting with flavor. Marinate up to 48 hours, grill, slice and serve a new warm weather dinner favorite. | Recipe developed by | #recipe #dinner

Grilled Asian Flank Steak

*Mexico is not paying for any wall. And neither am I.

*Reading is good. In fact, most people find that information is often helpful.

*Allies are our friends. Really. Look it up.

*We have a 4th of July celebration in the capital every year. Independence Day was already sort of a big deal before you came along.

*I know you talk a lot about fake news, I thought maybe you'd understand the concept better if I gave you clear examples.
Legit: global warming.
Fake: no obstruction, no collusion. 

That's all I have for you for now. If you need any further assistance (meaning non-financial), feel free to send my husband another personal and confidential letter. I'll be watching for it.

A patriotic snowflake

PS: Have you ever actually seen a snowflake? They're beautiful.

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Grilled Asian Flank Steak

1 3/4 # flank steak
1/4 cup soy sauce
1/4 cup hoisin sauce
2 TBSP pineapple juice
1 tsp sesame oil
1 TBSP brown sugar
3 cloves garlic, minced
1 tsp minced ginger

*Place the steak in a resealable gallon sized bag.
*Whisk together the soy sauce, hoisin, pineapple juice, sesame oil, brown sugar, garlic and ginger. Pour into the bag to cover the steak and seal. Refrigerate for at least 6 and up to 48 hours.
*Preheat grill to medium high heat. Remove the steak from the marinade and place on the grill, immediately lowering the heat to medium.
*Grill from 5 to 7 minutes per side, until almost done to your preference.
*Remove from grill and allow steak to rest for 5 minutes before slicing, against the grain.

Friday, June 14, 2019

Can I Blog? Take Two: 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: sticky ~ stencils  ~ water tank ~ phone ~ airplane
They were submitted by Karen of Bookworm in the Kitchen.
I don't exactly know how to fit these words into it, but I wanted you to know that today is a celebration. It's not just the 66th month in a row that I've run and participated in our Use Your Words monthly writing challenge, although that seems quite the feat in and of itself. Sometimes the words form the post almost on their own and sometimes they're a bit . . .  well . . .  sticky, but for 66 continuous months I've joined my blogging friends in meeting the challenge.

This post today is also the 800th Baking In A Tornado blog post. 800. Who knew I had that many words? Well, everyone I suppose since it seems I'm known for making a short story long, but still . . . 800 (semi)composed written pieces, including graphics I make myself, recipes I develop and pictures I take, edit and, despite varying degrees of success, publish. That's a lot of work just to amuse myself, now that I think of it.

And I'm not done there. Today, this exact day in history (well, my history anyway), is the anniversary of that water tank shed moment (does it count as using my word prompt if I cross half of it out? Oh wait, I forgot, I made the rules . . . so yes, it does). The day I chose a name (well, technically my son chose from my second choices since my first choice was taken) and wrote a post called Can I Blog?. It was scary back then, setting up a theme, picking a tag line, making a graphic, all the things I didn't know how to do. There are no stencils out there that worked as is for me, that I could just put up in the interwebs, and be happy with. I needed to feel that it represented me, not just the words but the look. So after doing and redoing and redoing and redoing every little detail, and after much trepidation, on June 14th, 2012, I finally pressed that "publish" button. It was done. I was out there. 

What started out as a 6 months at most venture, has suddenly turned into 7 years. Somehow I'm still here, still going. Thanks in part to all the stress in my life, and some very loyal blogging friends (I think you know who you are), I'm still here, still pressing that publish button. Over and over again. Fortunately with little trepidation at this point.

So how to celebrate? With baked goods, of course. I was going to post a recipe for a grilled dinner today but nope. Thought about a cake but decided against that too. Ended up choosing French Vanilla Glazed Baked Coffee Donuts. Not only did I recently write an entire blog post about my love of (well, need for) coffee but, well, donuts.

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French Vanilla Glazed Baked Coffee Donuts

So can I blog? Turns out you don't have to be a brain surgeon, it's not even (as I may have envisioned all those years ago) as hard as landing an airplane (not that I'd know, but I had to use the word). Hell, these days you can even do it from your phone. Whatever blogging is, or isn't, it seems that I am, in fact, doing it. Whether or not I'm doing it successfully? Well, that's up to you.

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

French Vanilla Glazed Baked Coffee Donuts       

Printable Recipe

Ingredients (makes 15):
1 tsp instant coffee granules
1/4 cup brewed coffee
1 3/4 cups flour
1/2 cup sugar
1/4 cup brown sugar
1 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt
6 TBSP butter, melted and cooled slightly
3/4 cup buttermilk
2 eggs, room temperature

1 1/4 cup powdered sugar
1 tsp vanilla
4 - 5 TBSP French Vanilla creamer

*Mix the instant coffee granules into the brewed coffee, stir to dissolve and set aside to cool.
*Preheat oven to 425 degrees. Grease 15 donut pan cups.
*Whisk together the flour, sugar, brown sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt.
*Separately, whisk together the milk, coffee and eggs, then the melted butter. Add to the flour mixture, just until incorporated.
*Spoon or pipe evenly into the prepared donut pan(s). Bake for 10 to 12 minutes, or until the center springs back to the touch. Cool in the pans for 5 minutes before removing.
*Whisk together the powdered sugar, vanilla and as much French Vanilla creamer as is needed to get the mixture to a glaze consistency. Drizzle evenly over the warm donuts. 

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Longer Days: June Poetry

June, as a month is truly sublime,
weather is now deliciously fine,
Floral scents replace the pine,
and stars all just seem to align.

Monthly Poetry Group, in wisdom divine,
took June's best asset as a sign,
so about Longer Days we'll all opine.
Just scroll down and you'll find mine . . .

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 Longer Days

June is here and daylight grows.
Longer days, I can disclose,
happily replace toes that froze
with days in flip flops (and less clothes). 

Longer days and shorter nights,
sun kissed skin and blond highlights,
grilled food thrills our appetities,
we drive not blinded by headlights.

But oh, the cottonwood, it flies,
up my nose and in my eyes.
Worth it, more time with the prize,
big yellow ball up in the skies. 

Outdoor time is just the best,
On the back deck you can't be stressed.
With early evening, I'm obsessed.
even with an occasional winged pest,

like bitey bugs and things that sting.
But later fireflies take wing,
then a happiness sure thing.
grilling on the deck with my offspring.

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Grilled Orange Marmalade Chicken

Soon the days will shorten still,
completely, you know, against my will, 
For yearlong spring, I think I'd kill.
For now . . . this weather fits the bill.

Before you go, click on these links to more poetry from some of my friends: 
Dawn of Cognitive Script shares Longer Days.
Lydia of Cluttered Genius shares The Days are Long.
Diane of On the Border shares Love 'em or Hate 'em.

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Grilled Orange Marmalade Chicken

Printable Recipe

3 large boneless, skinless chicken breasts
1/2 cup orange marmalade
1/2 cup pineapple juice
1/4 cup red wine vinegar
3 cloves garlic, minced
1/4 tsp salt
1/8 tsp pepper

*Trim and cut each of the chicken breasts in half. Place into a resealable gallon sized bag.
*Whisk together the orange marmalade, pineapple juice, red wine vinegar, garlic, salt and pepper. 
*Add the marinade to the bag with the chicken. Refrigerate for at least 4 hours up to overnight, turning now and then.
*Preheat your grill to medium high. Remove the chicken pieces from the marinade and place on the grill. Lower the heat to about medium. 
*Grill chicken, turning once, for about 7 - 10 minutes per side. How long it takes will depend on the thickness of your chicken and some pieces will be done a minute or two before others. Be sure to cook your chicken through completely until there is no red and the juices run clear.