Friday, September 17, 2021

Discombobulated: Fly on the Wall

 

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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.





Through the first pandemic wave before the vaccinations, Hubs started working from home. After he was fully vaccinated (and before the Delta wave) I thought he'd go back to working at the office, but he didn't. He'd go in 1 to 2 half days a week but that's it.
 
It's been an adjustment, having him around pretty much 24/7. I'd gotten used to a little quiet time during the day. I wouldn't mind having some of that back.
 
A few weeks ago, Hubs was called for jury duty. The morning came and he left for the courthouse. I immediately called the jury commissioner.
 
Me: I'd like to have a jury sequestered.
 
Apparently it doesn't work that way. Damn. 
 


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Although I obviously knew I couldn't request a jury be sequestered, I decided to google it, just to see if there was any possibility that it could happen . . . you know . . . organically. 

I started to ask my question "when a jury has to stay . . ." and google suggested "refrigerated."

When a jury has to stay refrigerated? Really? That's an option? I need to have another conversation with that jury commissioner.



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A couple of years ago, Hubs bought me an orchid. I loved it, it was beautiful while flowering, but once it was done, the struggle began. I did a lot of research about where to cut it back, place it for optimal sun, I watered it with ice cubes, watched the air roots grow, nothing. Two years later it was still alive but no blooms. Instead of bringing me joy it was a source of frustration.

A few weeks ago Hubs came home with a gift for me. I was impressed to get a gift for no apparent reason. Until I saw what it was, another orchid.

And now I'm wondering what exactly he meant by that.


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I hate when I accidentally hit the button on my ipad that activates Alexa. Whenever I hear that voice, I always just shut it down.

Yesterday, I hit the button and when Alexa asked what she could help me with, I went to hit the button, but was muttering under my breath:

Me: Damn, stupid, annoying thing.
Alexa: I don't know how to respond to that.

which at least made me laugh. On the screen, Alexa posted a list of the kinds of things I can ask. Included on the list was "where is Brian?"

OK, that's kind of random, so I went ahead and asked.

Me: Where is Brian.
Alexa: Sorry, I can't find Brian.

Well that was helpful. Damn, stupid, annoying thing. Hey, Alexa, would you like an orchid?



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While Hubs was at jury duty, my cell rang and I saw it was his number.

Me: Hello.
Hubs: Hi.
Me: Have you been sequestered?
Hubs: No.
Me: Refrigerated?
Hubs: What?
 
 
Apple Oatmeal Cookie Bars, fall flavored cookie dessert bars. | recipe developed by www.BakingInATornado.com | #recipe #dinner

Apple Oatmeal Cookie Bars
 
I was working on a recipe for this blog for next week. It's an appetizer made with cheese, meat, fruit, and nuts. I gave a slice to Hubs to try out. I guess I should have told him what it was.
 
Hubs took a bite, looked at it inquisitively, took another small bite, and looked at it again. This can't be good.

Me: You know if you don't like it you don't have to eat it.
Hubs: I do like it, it's just . . .
Me: Just what?
Hubs: The apples, they taste a little . . . different.
Me: Probably because those apples are pears.

In his defense, it's Fall, and I have been cooking with apples quite a bit (including, of course, today's recipe).


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I keep copies of all of my blog posts in word documents, just in case. I've had problems before, including having most of the pictures disappear from my blog so I've learned my lesson about keeping copies.

Hubs walked in just as I was looking at my copy of a post that was to go live the next morning. The recipe in that post was for Prosciutto Mozzarella Bites

Me: Ugh.
Hubs: What's wrong.
Me: I thought there was something wrong with this picture for tomorrow's post. Seems I saved it upside down.
 
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Hubs: That's weird, and not like you.
Me: Actually the way I've been feeling lately, it's more representative than not. I think I'll use it for my new blog logo and change the name of the blog to Discombobulated.
Hubs: Really? Do you think that's a good idea?
Me: Yes, really.

Not. But I'm waiting for the next time someone asks about something I've made and he tells them his wife has a blog called Discombobulated. 'Cause you know that's gonna happen.



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Hubs walks into the kitchen in the morning, I'm sitting on the couch in the den with my back to him, but I can hear him getting a bowl and grabbing a box of cereal from the pantry.

Me: What are you eating?
Hubs: Cereal.
Me: I know that, which kind.
Hubs: Honey Bunches.
Me (turning around to look at him): I wouldn't eat that one if I were you.
Hubs (cautiously looking into the cereal box): Why, did you poison it?
Me: Because I'm making Honey Bunches Chicken with Apricot Sauce for dinner and didn't think you'd want it twice in one day.
Hubs: Oh.
Me: But now I'm wondering what it means that the first place your mind went to was me poisoning the cereal. I mean, I rarely poison the cereal.
 
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There are two things you should know as a back story to this conversation. First, that I've been asking College Boy to write me a blog post for years. He's very into politics, music, and marijuana legalization and I'd love to share his thoughts with you. So far, no luck.

The second thing you need to know is that he doesn't like pork. At all. Won't even eat bacon any more.
 
I wasn't expecting him, but he walked in the front door late one afternoon:

College Boy: Hey, what's for dinner?
Me: Sorry, I wasn't expecting you, I'm trying out a new pork chop recipe.
College Boy: Not for me, thanks. While I'm here, maybe I'll write you a guest post.
Me (eyes lighting up): That's great, what are you writing about?
College Boy: I'll do a review of your pork chop recipe.
Me: Then you're going to try it?
College Boy: No, it's not necessary.

Well, this can't be good. As opposed to my pork chop recipe, which was delish, for the record.

 

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I often tell you about errors I make when texting or when my mind is working faster than my fingers, typing up recipe ideas. I have another one to share this month, this one was part of a recipe I have coming up in a few weeks for a cake. I use crushed lollipops in the recipe. When it came time to preparing the pops, I had somehow typed "crush your poops and discard the sticks." 
 
Good thing I caught that one.
 
 

 
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Apple Oatmeal Cookie Bars
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Ingredients:
1 stick butter, softened
4 TBSP margarine, softened
1/4 cup applesauce
1 1/4 cups brown sugar
1 egg
1 1/2 cups flour
1 1/2 cups quick oats
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp apple pie spice
1 apple, cored, peeled, and chopped
1/3 cup cinnamon baking chips

1 apple, cored, peeled, and sliced thin
2 TBSP sugar
1/2 tsp cinnamon
 
Directions:
*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease an 8 X 11 baking dish.
*Cream the butter, margarine, applesauce, and brown sugar. Beat in the egg.
*Whisk together the flour, quick oats, baking soda, and apple pie spice, then beat in until incorporated. Mix in the chopped apple and cinnamon baking chips.
*Press the dough into the prepared pan.
*Arrange the apple slices over the dough. Mix together the sugar and cinnamon and sprinkle over the top. Bake for about 35 minutes, until the edges are brown.
*Allow to cool before slicing.

21 comments:

  1. "Crush your poops" is hilarious!! So many things come to mind.......in other news, when my almost-3-yr.-old granddaughter poops, she calls it "poop crumbles." Definately don't want to add THAT to any recipes!

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    1. So funny, what comes out of the mouths of little kids.

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  2. A couple of discombobulated thougths on your post:
    Now why should you be poisoning the cereals ... and if you did, why warn him?
    What are Quick oats, and do you have Slow oats as well?
    I' so happy you tell us to discard the sticks from the lolly"poops" after crushing them, the cake would be not so nice with crushed sticks in them as well.
    Of course I'm only joking - I feel a bit discombobulated myself for the time being.
    Thank you for sharing your thoughts and recipes.

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    1. So glad you enjoyed this post, Charlotte, as discombobulated as it may be.

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  3. One of my favorite words is discombobulated. Thank you! My hubby keeps buying me orchids and.....yes, they bloom every year. In fact, they get more blooms than they had originally. He takes care of them - I would probably mess them up.

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    1. Maybe that's the secret, I should have him take care of them.

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    2. Now that's a brain wave. Muy orchids died too.

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  4. I've never tried growing an orchid. I have enough trouble trying to grow good ol' roses!
    Just wondering if there's a way to get someone CHOSEN for jury duty. Asking for a friend.

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    1. Well, I'd tell you to call the commissioner, but as you know that didn't do me much good.

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  5. Hilarious AND delicious as always. I appreciate your posts.

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  6. Did I just comment? I got distracted and now I can't remember. So I'll try again. Between refrigerated jurors and crushed poop, I'm still wondering if your son ever wrote the guest post. Discombobulated! Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.com

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    1. No, you didn't so thanks for trying again, looks like we're discombobulated together. (And no, my son never did).

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  7. Well this made me laugh, not a pretty sight, just saying
    Also I also save a copy of my post in documents

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  8. Definitely some good ones here. Thanks for letting us laugh along with you.

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    1. Happy to share, I enjoy putting together these Fly on the Wall posts.

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  9. Heeheehee! You have some wonderfully funny conversations in your house.

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  10. Okay, I'm intrigued by the lollipop cake I have to say! I think I would like College Boy! Politics, music and marijuana is definitely right up my alley! Tell him to get to writing!

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    1. Yes, I think you would like College Boy, but I've been trying to get him to write for me forever, don't think that's going to happen.

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