Time Warp Tuesday: Santa Hats

Christmas 2003. 10 years ago. The Santa hat was VERY popular that year.

The Dog-in-Law

Just because I'm a cat person doesn't mean I hate dogs. All my Handy in-laws have dogs.

This dog is a sweetheart. She takes good care of the Handy Grandpa.

She had a tough life.  She was left abandoned in a field with her puppies.

The puppies were adopted quickly, but no one seemed to want her, a dachshund/beagle mix.

Until he came along.  

I think she knows he saved her and she is determined to take care of him.

I thought it was so cute that in this series of pictures, 

they are always looking in the same direction.

And I did it!

NaBloPoMo, I conquered you! I feel like Superman. Or Superwoman. Or Supercat.

Thank you to EVERYONE for reading along.

I have a gift for one lucky reader...a batch of Frank's Famous Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies (if you're allergic, vegan, or gluten-free I'll substitute something else) and a few other goodies. Leave a comment if you'd like a chance to win (I'll leave them open a while longer).

There's only one catch, you have to have ALREADY commented on one of my previous November posts.

Calzones

Usually Frank's the baker around here, but I decided to try to make calzones by myself.  

He had made them once when I was out of town, and offered me useful tips like:  

don't fill them too full and don't make them too drippy.

I made the dough and let it rise while we went to see Catching Fire.

After the movie, I assembled them with ricotta, italian sausage, spinach, 

and after I took the picture I sprinkled some grated mozarella on top. 

Fold over, brush with olive oil and let sit while the oven preheats a second time 

because someone (me?) accidentally turned it off.

Bake at 450° for 25 minutes.

Let cool a bit and slice.

Served with marinara sauce on the side.

They were good.

Thanksgiving Greetings

Thanksgiving Greetings from Me to You!

What Was on the Counter?

So what's odd about this picture?

Not the leftover Halloween candy, the leftover Halloween coconuts!  

I'm not sure why they are out on the counter a month later.  

Perhaps Ernest had been playing with them.

Frank and his best friend had Monty Python-themed costumes.

The coconuts were necessary for the horse trotting noises.

Time Warp Tuesday: Pies

I am cooking for just three people this Thanksgiving, so we are discussing the quantity of pie we need.  I feel that we're still going to make two, pumpkin and apple, and just have lots of leftovers.  I am a big fan of pie for breakfast!

I came across some pictures from Thanksgiving 2004 with my pie men.

At age 14, Frank was already a pie expert.

We must have been cooking for a crowd.  That looks like the basis for 2 pumpkin pies right there.

Even Ernest, at age 8, made an itty bitty pie.

Did anyone notice something odd on the counter?  Something unusual?  Answer tomorrow.

And please join Jenn and Susan for their time warps.

Thematic Photographic: In the Foreground

I was in a hurry to take sunset pictures and had the camera on autofocus. My slice, my glimpse, my window of the sunset sky is bordered by trees, which just kept getting in the way.  But I love my trees, and my neighbors' trees, so that's no hardship.

Thematic Photographic is hosted by Carmi, at Written, Inc.

Poppins Up

It's a good time for local Mary Poppins fans like me!

The musical is running at a regional theater until next month, and then Saving Mr. Banks opens.

You will recall I have a fondness for the Poppins.  Spit spot!

Sunset Time

We had gorgeous sunset colors last night.

Homer didn't care. He was ready for dinner. Please, not pâté again.

Francine yawned.

Out and About

I saw some interesting mushrooms yesterday.

And a spectacular sunset.

I wonder what today will bring?

Bye mom (oh how many times is this now?)

Once again, we took the bridge to nowhere 

to take Ernest to the airport 

for an extended Thanksgiving break.  

I feel so much safer with those suicide barriers in place.

Usually, the traditional burger is devoured upon the return trip.  

This time it was different.  

"Then I won't have to eat an airport lunch," he said.

He's become much more gracious about the now obligatory "Bye, Mom" picture.

Thanks, sweetie.  It means the world to me.

Enjoy Boston and New York and hug your darling from me.

Love, Mom

By the way, this is post #1300.  Wow.

Trebuchet Launching

Frank really wanted to see the trebuchet launch. So did I. And I'd made another sling for it, this one with the rope holes reinforced with washers.  So we headed out to Hogwarts on a cloudy day.

It was finely calibrated.  Twenty pounds of weight would fling a small pumpkin 20 yards, forty would get you 40 and so on.

The pumpkins only had about two good launches before they cracked.

No wonder.  They hit pretty hard.  Look at the divot in the grass.

Ninety pounds got the pumpkins all the way over here.

Inspiration and Cranberry Orange Scones

Frank invited me to a piano recital Monday morning, so I brought Ina Garten's Cranberry Orange Scones. Ina never leads me astray. They were divine.

Frank is once more a tween. Just when you think you've grown out of all those awkward stages, you arrive at another one. No longer a high schooler, but more motivated than the adult students, his kind and lovely teacher coined a "collegiate" level just for him. But he is invited to play with both the high schoolers and the adults.

The adults were coerced into a recital with the lure of coffee and snacks. I commend them for stepping out of their comfort zones.

When Ernest leaves for college next fall, I hope to slide into his piano slot and brush up my rusty skills.  I took lessons long enough to finish the first John Thompson book, but I quit because we did not have a piano.  I hated practicing on this 29-key organ.

Eventually we got a piano, but I did not want to take lessons again.  Of course I regret that now.  I did noodle around (as my sons say) on that piano but I found it really hard to play.  Years later, Ernest had started lessons on that very piano and I mentioned that to his teacher (a different lovely woman who came to our house) and she said, yes this piano is very hard to play.  As in hard to push the keys down. Wow, it wasn't just me!  So when we realized Ernest was serious about music and not just noodling around we got another piano.

Well, here's to scones and inspirations.  What's inspiring you today?