Friday, November 11, 2011

Sweettarts are too small for the blender.

Sometimes you just have to slow down and think things through. That's just something I can't grasp...especially while creating the latest and greatest concoction in the kitchen.

I've been packing, organizing and getting everything ready for the big move to our new place next weekend.  Steve has done most of the work so far, but I have a feeling that this weekend I'm going to be buried in my "treasures".  While going through my things, I've come across so many recipes in the totes full of paper.  Yes, I did say FULL TOTES  - of recipes, old bank statements, address books, birthday cards, vet bills, you name it. Definitely time to purge.

One of the most interesting recipes I came across was for a Sweettart milkshake. Yummm! So today on my way home from work I had some time to kill before I could pick up the pizza. Friday is always pizza day in the Kerr house, but today we celebrated 11-11-11 by ordering out instead of making our own. But I digress... I stopped at the store and got the ingredients to make the milkshake.

Hours after dinner and one tote of papers more shredded and thrown out, I decide we need a treat break. Steve, he doesn't really need a break, he's been playing video games for hours. The new Skyrim came out yesterday and apparently this game is like football is for the "football widows". Three hundred hours of play. Yep, I'm a widow.

So I go in the kitchen and get everything in the blender and viola! A delicious Friday night treat. Really, you must try it if you have the chance. It is just delightful.

A few words of wisdom - if you take the time to smoosh the sweettarts with your meat tenderizer or rolling pin before you put them in the blender, you'll have a much better outcome. Believe me...or Steve. His words were "Wow! I just got a really in-your-face sip," as his eyes opened wide and he looked like he was about to choke. Yeah...chunks of sweettarts ... eeeks!

I guess the lesson learned is that I should learn to enjoy the creating process as much as relishing the end result. Then maybe I wouldn't have to worry about my husband choking while drinking a milkshake. Geesh!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Lovin' in the oven this Sunday Funday!

So today we've spent the day packing and just milling around the house...and EATING. My goodness - too much. But at least it's been good stuff. Now, I said "good stuff", I did not say "good for me" stuff, which goes against the pact I made with my pal Cris on Tuesday. Yep - the "healthy lifestyle" lasted until Sunday.  

Well, Steve made us some heavenly stromboli for tonight's dinner, idea courtesy of Guy Fieri. Woohoo! I don't have any pics of that, but I saw these delish treats - Candy Overload Cookies - on Crazy for Crust and we're anxiously awaiting the first ones out of the oven!  Thanks for sharing!
Hope y'all have a great week!

Monday, October 31, 2011

blogger barbie.

I can be Barbie ... I never even heard of such a thing until one of my co-workers was making the costume for her daughter.

I want to be a blogger, but I never make the time to write. I always think it has to be more substantial. It doesn't. It isn't going to be big news. I'm not writing for the NY Times. I'm writing for you. I'm going to tell you about what I'm thinking and doing and hopefully you'll follow along on my journeys.

Today I wanted to write. Once I got home, cooked a disgusting box dinner (that I threw out it was so bad) and handed out some candy I'm ready for jammies and my book. I don't feel like writing anymore.

I love Halloween. Seriously LOVE. At my apartment I got 4 trick-or-treaters today. Aunt Joyce said that once she got over 350. That's a lot of candy and WAY more exciting than just 4. But minnie, the monkey, a bee, and some superhero in yellow (now that I think of it, maybe he was the transformer) made my night. Thanks to the little toddlers for coming to get some teddy grahams.

Well, off to read my book and hope that some more kids stop by so I can get rid of these damn blow pops.

ps - just checked the site and there's no blogger barbie. figures.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

And the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fist...

I don't think of myself as a patriotic person, quite the opposite actually...not that I'm against our country or am the next rising anarchist or anything. I am proud of my friends and family members who served our country, but I honestly am embarrassed of our country. Which brings me to this post.  

Today I was driving home and, again, a song brought tears to my eyes ... and it perplexed me. First of all, that doesn't happen much - at least not when I'm taking my meds regularly. hahaha. The song was "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue" by Toby Keith. Like I said - I'm not a patriotic person. I'm not like my mom who sings the National Anthem loud and proud at sporting events with her hand over her heart like we did in first grade. That type of vigilant conformity embarrasses me. I don't even own a flag. Again, not because I'm an anarchist or anything,but just because I've never thought to get one. And really, where would I hang it? My porch on the West Side? My back patio here in the OP?  Ha. Ha. But hearing this 'patriotic' song brought tears to my eyes. Why?

Maybe because I have such great love for people who are risking their lives overseas in places that I can't even imagine for reasons that we will never understand. Maybe because I can remember the day that the Twin Towers fell and how I worried about my friend Miss Jamie who worked downtown. Maybe because I think of my friend Mr. G who flew fighter planes in Korea and how proud it makes me to know him.

"And the eagle will fly and it's gonna be hell, When you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bell." It could be that the mention of an eagle always makes me think of Pa, which makes me tear up and sometimes even bawl like a blubbering idiot. I don't think so - more like "free me from this freakin' song".

Or it could be the other people I know who have sacrificed a part of themselves like their hearing, their sleep, their body parts and their sanity for our country and it seems that it is all in vain. They fought so hard and did their duty so we could all be ungrateful, spoiled brats who will "put a boot in your ass, it's the American way". Yeah, that makes me proud. U-S-A, U-S-A, U-S-A! Whatev.

One good thing, it reminded me that the 4th of July is coming. I think I'll deck out my bike in stars and stripes and ride it around Buffalo. Maybe to the fireworks at the Naval Park. Fireworks are my favorite thing in the whole world. No more tears. Fireworks. YAY - FIREWORKS!

Are you patriotic? Why? How? What do you think made you that way?