Finale: Your Superpower Monthly Poetry Group

 

 

Last Friday of the month is for

Monthly Poetry Group to rhyme.

Diane, Mimi, and I take turns,

Your Superpower, the theme this time.

 

As usual, today I'll try,

a poem to write . . . or fudge.

Whether I'm successful or not,

you get to be the judge.  

Finale

Superpowers are fluid things

often changing throughout life,

Quite different when single,

than as a mom and wife.

College found me taking tests,

with hardly any sleep.

My superpower? Partying,

and yet, good grades, I'd keep.

Marriage and moving far away,

to where I'd not fit in,

Sometimes superpower can be,

just not giving in.

IVF, loss, and pregnancy,

the struggle, it was real.

Superpower in those years:

making mind and body heal.

When raising babies, some days,

wonder how we all stay alive.

My superpower in that time:

setting each of us up to thrive.

Family life frequently changes,

I later had time for me.

Exploring possibilities . . .

what would my superpower be?

Blogging was the answer,

recipe development too.

Writing something from the heart,

and creating yummies too.

  

 

Celebrate Anything Cake

My superpower in those years,

creating a blog community.

Developing, running challenges,

cultivating support and unity.

Eleven and a half years gone by,

done more than I planned to do.

Blog superpower's run its course,

though I'll miss all of you.

A superpower needn't be,

something way over the top.

Today it's just as simple as,

saying it's time to stop.

 

Before you go, stop by these blogs for more poetry:

 

On the Border

Messymimi's Meanderings

 

Celebrate Anything Cake

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Printable Recipe

Ingredients:
1 1/4 cups birthday cake ice cream

1 box (15.25 oz) white cake mix

1/2 cup oil

4 egg whites

2/3 cup vanilla yogurt

1/4 cup multicolored nonpareils

1/4 cup multicolored sprinkles

1 cup frosted animal cookies, crushed

1 can (12 oz) whipped white or buttercream frosting

2 - 3 drops food coloring of your choice

1 can (16 oz) vanilla frosting

OPT: additionals cookies, nonpareils, sprinkles, and/or sugar pearls for decoration

Directions:

*Defrost the ice cream.

*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour three 9-inch cake pans.

*Beat the melted ice cream, cake mix, oil, egg whites, and yogurt for 2 minutes. Mix in the nonpareils and sprinkles. Spread evenly into the cake pans.

*Bake for 15 to 20 minutes, until the centers spring back to the touch. Cool for 10 minutes, remove from the pans and cool completely.

*Place the bottom layer onto a serving plate. 

*Mix a few drops of food coloring into the whipped white or buttercream frosting. Reserve 1/3 cup of this frosting in a piping bag and refrigerate.

*Frost the bottom layer with half of the remaining whipped frosting. Sprinkle with 1/2 of the chopped cookies, add the second layer and repeat with the remaining whipped frosting and chopped cookies.

*Add the top later. Frost the top and sides with the vanilla frosting. Refrigerate for 15 minutes.

*Decorate the top and sides with the reserved whipped topping and the edible decorations of your choice.

Hurrah: Monthly Poetry Group

 

 Last Friday of the month is for

Monthly Poetry Group to rhyme.

Diane, Mimi, and I take turns,

If You're Happy and you Know It, the theme this time.

 

As usual, today I'll try,

a poem to write . . . or fudge.

Whether I'm successful or not,

you get to be the judge.  

 

Hurrah

Holidays are a hectic time,

there's so much going on.

Parties, gifts, cookie exchange,

and Secret Santas are drawn.

Planning and then preparing for

meals, and snacks, and sweets.

Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, birthdays too. 

Come to my house, everyone eats. 

Working in the kitchen, I

await kids from near and far.

Excited, anticipating, as

I listen for their car.

Making their favorite recipes,

and trying a few that are new.

I double up on everything so, 

they'll have some to take home too.

 

Peach Pecan Pie

No matter how much work it takes,

it bothers me not a bit.

'Cause having us all together here,

makes me happy. And I know it.

 

Before you go, stop by these blogs for more poetry:

 

On the Border

Messymimi's Meanderings

 

Peach Pecan Pie

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Printable Recipe

Ingredients:
1 pie crust

1 peach

4 TBSP butter

1/4 cup peach jam

1 cup brown sugar

3/4 cup light corn syrup

1/2 tsp salt

3 eggs

1 cup chopped pecans

1/4 cup pecan halves

OPT: whipped cream for serving

Directions:
*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a 10 inch pie plate.

*Remove rhe pit from and peel the peach. Slice about 1/3 of the peach and set aside. Chop the rest of the peach and set aside separately.

*Melt the butter. Whisk together the butter and the peach jam. Once mixed, whisk in the brown sugar, corn syrup, and salt. Finally, whisk in the eggs. Mix in the chopped pecans and the chopped peach. Pour evenly into the pie crust.

*Arrange the peach slices and the pecan halves on the top of the pie.

*Bake for 40 minutes, tent with tin foil, and bake another 40 minutes. Cool, then refrigerate to set.

*OPT: serve with dollops of whipped cream. Keep leftovers refrigerated.

Appraisal: Monthly Poetry Group

 

Last Friday of the month is for
Monthly Poetry Group to rhyme.

Diane, Mimi, and I take turns,

All That Glitters, the theme this time.

 

As usual, today I'll try,

a poem to write . . . or fudge.

Whether I'm successful or not,

you get to be the judge.  

 

Appraisal

All that glitters is not gold,

that's the story we've been told.

Just because something is pretty,

doesn't mean that's its nitty gritty.

Don't look only at the outside,

open up your mind, (really, really wide).

Look beneath the surface, there's no doubt,

if you don't, you'll be missing out.

Sometimes things aren't as we'd planned,

not being pretty doesn't make food bland.

Take time to check out what's within,

that open mind is the best way to win.

Chive Quick Rolls (no yeast)

An important lesson, I'll concede,

one of value, we all should heed.

And don't judge a book by its cover too,

what doesn't glitter could be gold to you.

So listen, if I may be so bold,

sometimes what glitters is, in fact, gold.

Appraise opportunities as they come by,

Don't be left holding the bag and wondering why.

 

Before you go, stop by these blogs for more poetry:

 

On the Border

Messymimi's Meanderings

 

Chive Quick Rolls (no yeast)

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Printable Recipe

Ingredients:
1 1/3 cups plain Greek yogurt

2 3/4 tsp freeze dried chives, divided

1 TBSP butter

1 2/3 cups flour

3 tsp baking powder

1 1/4 tsp salt

Directions:
*Mix 2 1/2 tsp of the dried chives into the yogurt. Set aside.

*Melt the butter, add the remaining chives, set aside.

*Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Cover a baking sheet with parchment paper.

*In a large bowl, mix the flour with the baking powder and salt. Remove 1/3 cup of this mixture and use it to flour a kneading surface.

*To the bowl with the flour, add the yogurt and chive mixture. Stir to incorporate, then turn out and knead for 5 minutes. It will still be a little sticky.

*Divide the dough into 8 equal sized pieces, then roll into balls. Place on the baking sheet, brush the tops with the melted butter and chives, and bake for 25 minutes.

Seeing Red: Monthly Poetry Group

 

 

Last Friday of the month is for

Monthly Poetry Group to rhyme.

Diane, Mimi, and I take turns,

Flags is the theme this time.

 

As usual, today I'll try,

a poem to write . . . or fudge.

Whether I'm successful or not,

you get to be the judge.  

 

Seeing Red

Flags are flying everywhere,

they're loyalty on display,

Country, college, favorite teams,

solidarity with loved ones, gay.

Rev your engines, hit the gas,

when it's speed that we embrace.

Faster, faster, 'til we see,

checkered flags that end the race. 

And when I'm at a cookout,

trying everything's a feat.

But I throw in the white flag when 

there's no more I can eat. 

 

Pineapple Jalapeno Cole Slaw

Morals and values at issue,

our politics are a disgrace.

Our freedom is in jeopardy,

unless we win this race.

'Cause though they aren't physical, 

I see red flags everywhere.

They signify grave danger, 

unless we vote with care.

 

Before you go, stop by these blogs for more poetry:

 

 

Unhelpful by Diane of  On the Border and Messymimi's Meanderings

 

  

Pineapple Jalapeno Cole Slaw

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Printable Recipe

Ingredients:
1 bag (16 oz) tricolor cole slaw mix

1\4 of a red onion, finely chopped

1 jalapeno pepper

1 can (8 oz) pineapple tidbits

1/3 cup apple cider vinegar

3 TBSP honey

3 tsp pepper jelly

Directions:

*Place the cole slaw mix in a large bowl with the red onion. Set aside.

*Cut the top off of the jalapeno, then cut in half, remove the seeds and chop into small pieces. Add them to the bowl with the cole slaw mix.

*Drain the pineapple tidbits, reserving the juice. Slice the tidbits in half and place on paper towels to continue to drain.

*Whisk together the apple cider vinegar, the reserved pineapple juice, the honey, and the pepper jelly. Pour into the bowl with the cole slaw and mix well.

*Gently mix in the pineapple tidbits. Cover and refrigerate for at least an hour, gently stirring once or twice. 

*Keep leftovers covered in the refrigerator.

 

Any Time: Monthly Poetry Group

 

 

 

Last Friday of the month is for

Monthly Poetry Group to rhyme.

Diane, Mimi, and I take turns,

Make an Appointment's the theme this time.

 

As usual, today I'll try,

a poem to write . . . or fudge.

Whether I'm successful or not,

you get to be the judge.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Any Time

"I can make you an appointment,"

it's what he'd say all day.

Running a busy law office,

most often went that way.

Later, back at home he was,

tired but happy to see,

his wife and daughter waiting,

makes him happy as can be. 

Daughter loved her nuggets,

which she {{sigh}} shared with the dog.

White Wine Mustard Chicken for him,

a taste test for wife's future blog.

"What do you do, daddy,

while I'm learning in first grade?"

"I run a busy office," he said

"boss's appointments must be made."

 

White Wine Mustard Chicken

Doing weekend yard work when

he heard his daughter say,

"I make an appointment, daddy,

so that we can run and play?"

Standing, wiping off the dirt,

he turned and looked her way,

"no appointment necessary, love,

you just made my day!"

 

Before you go, stop by these blogs for more poetry:

 

On the Border

Messymimi's Meanderings

 

White Wine Mustard Chicken

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Printable Recipe

Ingredients:
2 boneless skinless chicken breasts

1/4 cup white wine

1/4 cup brown sugar

1/3 cup stone ground mustard

1 clove garlic, minced

2 TBSP mayonnaise

Directions:

*Cut each chicken breast into 3 pieces each, of similar thickness. Place into resealable bag.

*Whisk together the wine, brown sugar, mustard, and garlic, then whisk in the mayonnaise. Seal into the bag with the chicken and make sure all of the chicken is covered with the marinade. Refrigerate for 4 hours, up to overnight, turning now and then.

*Preheat the grill to medium hot. Place the chicken on the grill and lower the heat to medium. Grill for about 7 - 8 minutes per side. Chicken must be completely cooked through.