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.
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: chipmunks ~ 50 reasons ~ preliminary ~ spy pen ~ ground-penetrating radar ~ bobcat
They were submitted by Tamara of Part-time Working Hockey Mom.
Well, on preliminary perusal, I can think of at least 50 reasons why I couldn't possibly work these . . . diverse . . . word pairings into a cohesive, intelligible blog post.
Now the words spy pen and bobcat remind me of my younger son so let's start down that road and see where it takes us . . .
Speaking of 50 reasons, that's also about how many reasons to be a bit anxious about having a son live 550 miles away. Many of them are a PTSD sort of reaction to the years he went to college in Indiana, 600 miles away. You know, broken legs, many (many, many) flat tires, the death of a friend . . . it was tough. And I've mentioned that my favorite TV shows are factual murder mysteries, but did you know that the majority of them seem to take place in Indiana? True story.
So although he's again 550 miles away, at least it's in the opposite direction from the murder state, so there's that.
But he moved to Boulder just before Covid hit and, since it's not safe, I've actually never seen his apartment. I set up and decorated his first apartment here, but despite talking him through the best way to set that furniture up in the new apartment, truth is you never know what he'll do. I've requested pics but have received very few. That's unfortunately, on me. I'm a neat freak. When I set up his first apartment, everything had a home. You know, clothes in the closet and dresser, food in the kitchen, that kind of thing.
He later added a desk to his bedroom and I asked him to send me a pic. He did. And although I might have been able to bite my tongue when it came to the unmade bed, that banana ripening on his bedroom dresser? You know I'm going to say something about that. {{sigh}}
So let's just say I don't get a whole lot of pics of his Boulder apartment. I should have packed a spy pen in the boxes that went with him when he moved.
He lives in a beautiful area, right at the base of the foothills. There's a park across the street and he often walks the trails there. Although Colorado doesn't seem to be quite the murder state Indiana is, breathing a sigh of relief was a bit premature. First there were stories about a plague outbreak (and I'm not talking about Covid this was the actual Bubonic Plague) and now it seems there's been a major increase in bobcat sightings in his area.
Now I like wildlife just as much as the next person, from the everyday sightings, like squirrels (preferably of the non-plague carrying variety), chipmunks, and rabbits, to the less frequently seen deer and foxes. But as fascinating as it sounds, I've recommended he stay far away from the yearly September tarantula migration, and I am decidedly not alright with my son going from being my taste tester to being a bobcat's tasty morsel.
Apple Strawberry Cobbler
And that ground-penetrating radar? I told you he lives right near a park. And truffles do grow in Colorado . . . And my birthday is next month . . .
P.S. I finished this blog post at about 11:30 pm and wasn't really happy with how I used that last prompt. Since I had a few days before this post publishes, I decided that I'd leave it as is and see if in the next few days I could come up with something better. After all, ground-penetrating radar is a pretty tough thing to work into a story. I bet not many people could do it.
So I decided to let it go for now, picked up my Kindle and settled in to finish the book I was reading:
Seriously? Now that's just mean.
P.P.S. As well as being kinda perplexed by the whole ground penetrating radar thing, I was then stumped when it came time to title this post. Frustrated, I'd decided on "Penetrate THIS!"
But then I reread that choice and realized it probably wouldn't exactly be taken the way I meant it.
Here are links to all the other Use Your Words posts:
Apple Strawberry Cobbler
Ingredients:
6 TBSP butter
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 egg, room temperature
1/2 tsp strawberry extract
1 TBSP strawberry jam
1 cup flour
3/4 tsp baking powder
OPT: drop of red food coloring
4 medium apples of your choice, peeled, cored and thin sliced
1/2# strawberries, hulled and sliced
1/2 cup sugar
2 TBSP cornstarch
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/8 tsp nutmeg
OPT: ice cream or whipped cream for serving
Directions:
*NOTE: if desired, you can make the topping up to a day ahead of time, wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate, then assemble and bake the cobbler the following day.
Directions:
*NOTE: if desired, you can make the topping up to a day ahead of time, wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate, then assemble and bake the cobbler the following day.
*For the topping: cream the butter, brown sugar, egg, strawberry extract, strawberry jam and food coloring (if using). Mix in the flour and baking powder. Set aside (or wrap and refrigerate if using the next day).
*Grease an 8 X 8 baking dish. Preheat oven to 425 degrees.
*Mix together the apple slices, sliced strawberries, sugar, cornstarch, salt, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Pour into the prepared dish. Move the fruit around to be sure both fruits are spread throughout the filling.
*Dollop the topping over the fruit.
*Bake for about 25 minutes, until the topping is browned and the fruit is bubbly. Allow to cool for 15 minutes before serving.
