Law of Conservation of Energy

Ernest must be majoring in cat physics. I'm glad he can explain these things to me.

Saucers

When Homer and Francine first arrived at our home, we didn't have any cat food dishes. So we fed them on our saucers. That seemed to work out fine, but I didn't want to accidentally break one of them. I invested in a stack from a thrift store. Of course several of them have broken by now, so it was time to replenish the stack.

One of them was made for Francine!

Tiny came with her own dishes and still uses them. We have served her once or twice on a saucer but she tended to nose the food right off the plate so it was back to the bowl for her.

Peanuts Pillowcases

I was so happy with Tiny's enjoyment of my sewing that I started on another project, using my vintage 1970s patches. The LOVE patch has never been used but the Peanuts patches have a long story. You know me. There's always a story behind my stuff. 

In the early '70s Weber's bread had a giveaway of applique patches of Snoopy, the Prince of Sandwiches, and his friends. I can't even remember how many bread wrappers I had to save to send in to get the patches. It was a big battle with my mother because she always bought the cheapest brand of pasty white bread so I had to beg for Webers which she thought was too expensive. 29 cents! I really don't know how I won this battle but I did.

So I sent away the wrappers and after the 4-6 weeks of waiting time, the patches were mine. And they covered every hole on my jeans throughout my teens. If I outgrew the jeans, I would carefully snip them off and save them for the next pair. 

At a point in my 20s I decided I didn't need patches on my jeans anymore.  But having worked so long to earn them, they were like merit badges. I couldn't give them up. So they sat in a box. 

Around 5 years ago, I bought a piece of Peanuts flannel, thinking I would make a pillow.    

I had enough fabric to make two pillowcases. 

Thank you Tiny for ALL the help!  

Thinking Small

We're planning a Small Thanksgiving. A tiny turkey. A smidgen of stuffing. A modest portion of mashed potatoes with gobs of gravy, a satisfying salad and a petite pumpkin pie. It will still be delicious.

I followed this link thinking I would get some useful tips for cooking a smaller dinner, but it was  
not informational at all: 1) you don't have to cook a whole turkey.  2) Make a plan for your leftovers.  3) Cut down on the number of sides.  4) Keep things simple. 5) Consider pre-made foods. Not in my kitchen. 6) Celebrate with brunch or breakfast instead. I am really tired of these tacky hacky articles that don't tell you anything useful.

If I were writing tips for my sons, I'd tell them 1) go ahead and cook a whole turkey. A 10-pound turkey isn't that big. 2) Leftovers are for eating! And turkey enchiladas. 3) You don't like sweet potatoes anyway so don't worry. 4) I don't see them fretting about centerpieces and table settings, so we've got that one covered. 5) They really don't like pre-made mashed potatoes and they know how to make their own. Cranberry sauce and stuffing? Use the recipes on the packages. 6) But...they can have brunch or breakfast any time they want. Thanksgiving dinner comes once.

I've never brined a turkey...I don't have anything big enough to put it in. But look what I saw in the market! I didn't buy it because it was too big. I got a nice little fresh turkey, so I don't have to worry about thawing it. I'm all set.

Saturday PhotoHunt - Feather

We saw a lot of ravens at the Petrified Forest.

Join the hunt!

The Annual Debate

It's that time of year again. The decision about Handy's company party. He hates parties, but I'm always interested in the prospect of free food I don't have to cook.  The past couple years they've been doing things a bit differently (no more Xmas party shrimp). Last year's was at a snazzy hotel with a rooftop bar and he grudgingly admits he had a good time. This year is a sit down (not buffet) 3 course dinner at a wine themed restaurant. 

So we were talking to Ernest last night (yay) and mentioned this (he has heard me rave about the shrimp) and perhaps also mentioned that if he was coming home that day Handy would be delighted to get out of going to the party. 

And wouldn't you know it, that dear sweet boy came through for his daddy and made a flight reservation for that very day. 

Some people owe me a dinner. 

Tiny and the Pillowcase

Tiny likes the feather pillow I put on top of the bass case. Last weekend I took away the bass case and she still liked the feather pillow! So I decided she needed a pretty pillowcase like the ones my M-I-L has made.

She really liked "helping" in the sewing room. It's clear she remembers spending time in the sewing room in her prior home. She was purring and walking all around the sewing machine table. Jumping on the ironing board worried me. I try to keep the iron on the dresser so she can't get near it.

I was a little worried I might have spoiled the pillow for her by changing it but it worked out ok!  It's a comfy cat bed.

Here's a tutorial on the pillowcase, if you're interested.

What is it Wednesday

It's a blog meme. And a thing I found at my father's house.

But it looks like an angry alien.

Or a resigned squid.

Actually it is a Bob Lane Collapsible Cup. 

With the help of the smart phone I identified it and made it work. 

So I kept it.

It holds liquid without leaking. It's a keeper.

Why I think I'll have a need for a collapsible cup, I don't know...

Pies and Cakes

From that title, you'd think we were having a lot of sweets around here. Actually, no. Dessert is a rarity, not a regular course.

The pie was Chicken Pot Pie. I don't have a recipe. I confess I used Campbell's Cream of Chicken Soup in this one. Plus leftover chicken and frozen mixed veg. Add some herbs and no one knows. Shh, don't tell.

But the crust was from scratch because I would hear about it from Frank if I cheated on that! Pie crust is cheap to make and so easy in the food processor! That is Frank's blue pie pan under all that pie.

The cake was Cheesecake, made for my father-in-law's 88th birthday. I gave him a choice, of which cheesecake was one of 3 options. The other two were pies, but when the time came to make it I went with the familiar. No one complained about this either.

Soon it will be time for Thanksgiving pies! We are having a very small dinner, so probably only one pie. I think pumpkin will win.  No recipe secrets there -- use the recipe on the back of the can!

Although I have made some pretty scrumptious pumpkin cheesecakes. So who knows?

I always have canned pumpkin in the cupboard now, because it was recommended for Homer's issues and the other cats decided they liked it too. So now they all get a spoonful of pumpkin in their dinner. Homer would probably eat a bit of pumpkin pie if it was offered. He's not shy about asking for cheesecake, since he is fan of cream cheese.

What's on your pie or cake menu for the holiday?

Mine!

 

The treats are mine, I tell you. All mine!

Saturday PhotoHunt: Hero

Here are my heros in their Halloween costumes.

Frank shaved his beard to be Braveheart 

while it looks like Ernest spent weeks growing his to be Shaggy. 

Delivered

This is a new one...

It finally arrived.

Ernest's senior picture.

He's only been out of high school since June, 

so I think I did well to get it in the same calendar year.

Progress

At least she's on the pillow now, which is on top of the bass case. 

And ready for a long nap after playing with the tape measure.

Tiny's Knack

While Homer and Francine sit in predictable places, like on the furniture, Tiny has a knack for finding unusual spaces for lounging. I'm going to ruin this garage space in a few days when the chair's cushions come back from the upholsterer. 

She's sitting on the glass in a picture frame in the box. I put a pillow in it, for protection and comfort, and then she never sat there again.

Frank's old bass case has been sitting in my sewing room for a while, needing some new hardware. It was on top of a precarious pile of stuff so of course she had to nest there a couple days ago. Once morning I heard a scuffle and a crash. In trying to summit Mt. Bass Case, she had tipped over the ironing board. I had left an open box of straight pins on it so they were all over the floor. Ouch! I only stabbed myself a few times picking them up. I dealt with the precarious pile. Then I thought I might as well fix the guitar case but she had claimed it again. 

She must hate me messing with her spaces.