So
here we are in the midst of seasonal weather. Ho-Hum. Mike and Ken (and Bess
and Pepper) have gotten out for a little bird-hunting, but they haven’t found
many birds. Otherwise, there’s not much going on, except in my imagination,
which becomes especially fertile at this time of year.
I
had kitchen woes last week. A recipe for Pumpkin Snickerdoodles looked better
than it proved to be. Mike kept taking a bite of one and leaving the remainder
on the counter. Try as he might, he wasn’t going to like those cookies, and
after all, he’s the one who needs them. So, I filled the cookie jar with some
soft ginger cookies I had stored in a can. Mike said they tasted a little
strange, and I discovered that soft ginger cookies don’t save well in an
airtight container.
One
evening I fried two trout for supper and burned them both. The meat was
okay, but the outside was definitely “blackened.” The next night, I burned the
rice. Out it went – pot and all.
“Maybe
it would erase the fish odor if you made Chex mix,” suggested Mike. So I did.
And it turned out fine, as did the pumpkin ice cream dessert. Maybe I haven’t
totally lost my touch.
Today
we’re celebrating the season, waiting for predicted wind and rain to
materialize. Mike is watching football while the dogs snooze. I’m using a
favorite pattern to make a Halloween doll dress. (I have a Pinterest board,
“The Dolls’ Halloween,” devoted to costumes for dolls.) KW
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