Late night dinner?

Last night I was out on the deck reading until I had to come in when the mosquitoes got too bad. This morning I woke up with bites on my leg. It all makes sense to me now. Just before I went inside I could have sworn I heard a small voice saying "Moe Skitto and family, table for three?"

Fitness isn't fare

You know how right after you've eaten too much or within a  twenty four hour period you have successfully polished off a pan of Rice Krispie treats? you not only feel bloated you look bloated and your pants immediately become tight. What's not fare is that after spending one or more hours of strenuous sweat worthy exersice your body does not immediately reflect your efforts, and your clothes don't fit any better until this exersice has been consistantly repeated for weeks. Wish I could come up with a better moral to this story, but fitness just isn't fare.  

Don't Bug Me

You know how when there is a bug flying around you, you attempt to kill it by slapping it in between your hands? Quite often this is successful. But sometimes even though you know that you missed it, that bug never shows itself again.  I wonder if that near miss of slapping your hands together generated a sonic boom for such tiny ears, that the bug actually dies anyway of brain damage. Yep, that's the kind of stuff I think about.

If I could fly.

If I had the ability to fly over a car, I don't think I would swoop down in front of a moving car. I'm just saying.

LOL - Left Overs Laugh

Many of my most scrumptious recipes are a result of concocting something new from left overs. This is when you use the rule of thumb: When it works, write it down.  The fun and challenge is to create a totally new look and taste to the dish that was served for dinner the night before. This is what recently happened the other day with left over spaghetti sauce. First of all, the best spaghetti sauce to use is home made, but a good quality store bought sauce will do in a pinch. The missing key ingredient in store bought is that it lacks seasoned ground beef/sausage and red wine that adds so much depth and flavor to the sauce.

With that said, here is how spaghetti sauce turned into a wonderful winter warming Minestrone soup.
To left over spaghetti sauce add equal amount of water (more if you like your soup thinner.) My batch was about 5 or 6 cups worth.  If your batch is on the small size, only add in 1/2 can of the garbanzo beans, but don't go shy with the stewed tomatoes...you can never go wrong with more tomatoes.

1 teaspoon beef bouillon
1 package Lipton Onion/Garlic or straight Onion Soup Mix

Chopped: onion, celery, carrots, potatoes, cut up green beans, and zucchini if you got it.
1 can drained and rinsed garbanzo beans (or white beans of some kind if you don't have G-beans)
pepper to taste
1 can Italian stewed tomatoes (smushed up in between your fingers)
Boiled up noodles/pasta of your choice

Boil vegetables till tender. Add to the rest of the ingredients and simmer on stove or in crock pot.
Start off almost to a boil and turn down to simmer for more time. Add in noodles shortly before you serve. If you put these in too soon they tend to disintegrate, but must be allowed to swim in soup long enough to absorb some of that wonderful seasoning and flavor.
Serve this soup on a cold winter day or evening with warm artisan bread slathered with lots of butter.

                                                            Ta da, left overs laughing.

Blah blah blah blog

Blog about the weather

Blog about the fog

Blog about the kids with their Labradoodle dog

Talking on paper like a diary in a way

Writing of family life for  family far away

It means a lot to you and to them it means much more

But for us who follow blogs it reads nothing but a bore

It can be all for fun but not fun for all

A choice must be made to read some at all

Give me blogs with humor with insights into life

How doin' things the wrong way can turn out to be right

Or cooking with real butter makes lighter into like

Stories for sake of stories is not my cup of tea

Unless of course I really am your precious Aunt Bee

So blog on about this or blah blog on about that

Just saying it's only some that keep me comin' back

The Phone Books of Our Lives

Whether it is a Dex, McPherson, or whatever local phone book you may have for your area; like clockwork every year a new and updated phone book will be sitting at your front door. There is an old ad slogan that goes "let your fingers do the walking."  This suggests that you can find anything you are looking for by merely two stepping with your fingers across the Yellow Pages of the phone book.

For the same sort of convenient information reference, most homes also have a more personal self made phone book. They are readily available at any drug or business supply store and come in a variety of sizes and colors. They all have tabbed alphabetical section dividers and the pages are lined for neat and organized use. But if you are like me, our home phone book (since ours is the color gold we refer to it as "the gold book") is anything but neat and organized. Unlike the mass distributed commercial phone book, our home phone book does not get updated every year. It will instead get added to from time to time. But, with this added information also comes scratched out numbers, scribbled in new numbers, and names and numbers written on Post It notes stuck to pages.  Also in our phone book, those alphabetical tabs may or may not give lead to information necessarily beginning with that particular letter of the alphabet. Often time's numbers are stored under the letter of someones first name simply because I can't remember their last name, or never new it to begin with. A phone number may be listed under the letter "C" for "cousins," where you will find a list of my cousin's names with their phone numbers. Those blank dividing pages that hold the alphabetical letter tag also make very good scratch paper while you are talking to some one on the phone. For instance, I know I can always go back to the "C" page and find the cookie recipe that my Dad gave me years ago.

 Plus, along with an assortment of Chinese food and pizza menus of restaurants from all of the towns that we have lived in, the front and back inside pockets are bulging with pages of typed phone lists from fire departments and from churches we have attended dating back to 1980.  

Yes, our phone book has "seen its day".  But, it is a collection of friends and family of our lives that can also be considered a time capsule of sorts. Leafing through the menus and listings of people and businesses that are assembled in this tattered and dated phone book, I can recall the times and places of our life lived. This sort of organized chaos is indicative of why I don't scrap book and why I rarely have my Christmas shopping done until December 24^Th. 

Oh, I could go out and get a new home phone book and transfer names and numbers from the old one to achieve an updated and current source of information. But I like to think of it as, growing old together.  Just as there is still more room in the cover pockets and pages of that old phone book, there is still room in our lives for more friends and family with changing names and phone numbers that we can meet up with at new favorite restaurants with take out menus.