I think that I should probably avoid television all together.
This morning my dream was something like this. I was going to a cooking class. Okay, not a big deal. It was taking place at this one general merchandise store that I am familiar with. That too was comfortable and familiar. It was like the 5th or 6th class and it seemed like there were one or two more. It was not that important to me at the time, you know? Just another class. So, we were over in this one corner of the store, all partitioned off with fixtures - those store shelves that they have, you know the ones.
I was well and truly the youngest person in the class - most were in their 20's or 30's, but I was the only one under 23. Not sure why I knew that, but I did. On this day, I brought my chefs jacket. I have one, white with black at the seams/trim and my name on it and everything - Elqueue. There was some trepidation about wearing it though - afraid the instructor would find it pretentious. See, the instructor was (the) Chef Ramsay. Today (this class) however was "cake" day and so he was handing off the class to another chef - or baker, rather. He took one look at me in my jacket, tugged his strait like he does, said, "Right, and so I leave you with (baker's name - I didn't catch it - John or something.) Good luck with your... cakes," and did that little nod that he does like he is withholding comment.
It was really weird, him looking at me, seeming to have some kind of comment in mind, but holding it back. I have no idea what he was thinking. There was another student with a chef's jacket that for whatever reason had not worn before today, but when he saw the way Chef looked at me, just left it off.
That was where I woke up... having sleep-walked into the kitchen.
There are any number of cliche notions on possible interpretations, but... it was just... weird.
Take care, and "happy St Patty's day."
LQ
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Thursday, March 17, 2011
Monday, November 29, 2010
Where do I even begin?
Actually, I have no issue with trying to figure out where to begin... I am a chronological kinda girl.
Lets see... Wed, picking up Mum.
Before we left, Amy called. She was being all sympathetic with the strain of having everyone over and wanted to know if having her here too was going to be too much. I assured her - with no pretense - that I wanted here there most of all. So, she was happy.
In the car, on the way to the airport, Dad was saying, "I know your Mum stresses you out a bit when she comes over and tries to run the house," and I say, "Gee... ya' think?" and he was like, "she just feels bad about not being able to host these shin-digs and wants to take some of the load off us." And I was like, "So, yeah, she means well, but it would be so much easier if she would just kick back and relax." So, of course, Dad comes back with, "Have you ever /told/ her that?"
What could I say? I hem-haw'd about for a bit then just resigned, "No... not, like, in /words/ and stuff."
So, yeah, my maternal unit it a bit of a control noodge, but I am not exactly the best at, like, talking and stuff.
We get her and have brunch-ish. Mum says I am looking good (she lies) and that since I am getting some hair I should let her have someone do something with it. So I take off my touque(sp) and show her that it is only growing in the front. Nothing really to do anything with. I make a mental note to get rid of it all. Hey, I tried to let it alone.
Shopping for food.
No, back up. Mum tries to get us to go clothes shopping now before the crowds hit on Friday. She gets vetoed.
Shopping for food. Mum wants to do a turkey. I want to do fish. She says, "who does fish for Thanksgiving?" I say, "Hello? Alaska? I think there is some whale in the icehouse." Mum cringes. Dad represses a giggle. No, wait... he is more manly than giggling. And that should be "suppresses", not "represses."
We compromise. Turkey.
So, on the way back to the house, I actually /tell/ Mum that she should just relax and enjoy herself. So she tells us how she wants the turkey done and starts "setting up the house for guests."
Dad and I share a private laugh. But at least she it out of the kitchen for now.
Okay, so Mum is arranging for everyone coming over - sleeping wise.
"You know, LQ, if you do not want to share your room with Amy... If you are not comfortable with that..." she says.
"Oh, no. It is fine. It would not be a family get-together without sleeping with Amy."
She raises an eyebrow at me.
"You know what I mean. And no, it won't be weird. I'm not worried about her trying anything. We're cool." And that is probably more than I have ever told Mum about my relationship with Amy.
So, we snack and cook and watch movies and play games and everyone eventually arrives.
Around the Thanksgiving dinner table.
Yes, I know that was a sentence fragment. Get over it.
Re-capping the party members:
Mum and her two ex's (Dad and Amy)
Her brother, his ex (Amy), current (Joan) and offspring (Jill)
Dad, his ex (Mum) and current (Kathy) and offspring (Me)
Amy, her two ex's (Uncle and Mum) and (?) (Me)
Joan, her current, her current's ex and her offspring
Jill and all these weirdos.
Me, surrounded by people who know far too many of my issues, all too well.
Bird is on the table. All the side are on the table. Drink glasses are full and all the places are set. I am the last one up and the bird-carving tools are still in the kitchen. So, I go pick them up and bring them to the table.
There is this... odd... silence as everyone (rug-rat excluded) is looking at /ME/ holding a /great/ /big/ knife.
I roll my eyes and hand the thing to Dad, but there is that moment. That elephant walking through the room.
I sit down, fold my arms across my chest and I think my bottom lip even stuck out just a little and Dad starts carving. (For those who may not know, I am not permitted sharp/pointy things. The failing track record I have with them is evident on my skin.)
Joan serves herself some stuffing then passes the dish. "So... how do you shave?"
After I pick up my jaw, I am actually pleased there was someone at the table over the age of /me/ who was unclear on the answer to that.
But the pleasantries for the next far-too-long pretty much ended there as the dinner conversation was centered around the fact that the seventeen year old (me) was displaying no more signs of puberty than the two-ish year old (Jill).
It did kinda end after the suggestion of getting out the CT scan of my ovaries was thrown out there.
"How about lets not," I say. I did not say, "Hey, lets /not/ get out the pictures of my crotch... again"
There is some debate on the relative merits of looking at the proof that I do actually have them. I give dad a pleading look and he kinda changes the subject and things get better after that, but I still could not really eat. Yep, I was embarrassed. I really tried to not show it, because it really was not anything to /be/ embarrassed about.
Moving on...
After dinner's cleanup was followed by much playing of Rock Band. That was cool. I mean, Mum, Kathy and I were taking turns on the vocals, Amy played drums, mostly and Dad and Uncle mostly stuck to the guitars. Joan rotated through the set here and there while entertaining Jill.
There was over all very little discussion of my inert reproductive system, my bad habits, and (most importantly) the few little gaps I have from the past few days are, well, few, and seem innocuous. Just some, "Earth to LQ - Hello - You in there?" and no one heard me talking to my food - that I am aware of.
I enjoyed a nice cup of espresso with minimal upset.
My bread pudding went over well.
I got to have some of the good scotch - but just a sip.
We did all have Guinness Punch - even Claire (I am such a bad influence - hahaha).
I ate at least something every day.
Friday, my friend Claire came over. Saturday, I went to Claire's for a while.
All in all, much of the long weekend was spent with all of us playing in the snow and me being Amy's pet like I used to. Only, now I am a little more reserved because I know what effect that has on her.
Claire did say it was a little weird seeing Amy kiss me bye. But not much weirder then seeing the general affection I show for Amy. She is way more accustomed to me keeping far more distance from people.
So, everyone is gone. The rest of the putting-the-house back in order will wait until tomorrow morning... after I post this. This was a much better holiday than last year.
Them are the highlights. I'll post this in the morning.
So for now...
Take Care -
LQ
Lets see... Wed, picking up Mum.
Before we left, Amy called. She was being all sympathetic with the strain of having everyone over and wanted to know if having her here too was going to be too much. I assured her - with no pretense - that I wanted here there most of all. So, she was happy.
In the car, on the way to the airport, Dad was saying, "I know your Mum stresses you out a bit when she comes over and tries to run the house," and I say, "Gee... ya' think?" and he was like, "she just feels bad about not being able to host these shin-digs and wants to take some of the load off us." And I was like, "So, yeah, she means well, but it would be so much easier if she would just kick back and relax." So, of course, Dad comes back with, "Have you ever /told/ her that?"
What could I say? I hem-haw'd about for a bit then just resigned, "No... not, like, in /words/ and stuff."
So, yeah, my maternal unit it a bit of a control noodge, but I am not exactly the best at, like, talking and stuff.
We get her and have brunch-ish. Mum says I am looking good (she lies) and that since I am getting some hair I should let her have someone do something with it. So I take off my touque(sp) and show her that it is only growing in the front. Nothing really to do anything with. I make a mental note to get rid of it all. Hey, I tried to let it alone.
Shopping for food.
No, back up. Mum tries to get us to go clothes shopping now before the crowds hit on Friday. She gets vetoed.
Shopping for food. Mum wants to do a turkey. I want to do fish. She says, "who does fish for Thanksgiving?" I say, "Hello? Alaska? I think there is some whale in the icehouse." Mum cringes. Dad represses a giggle. No, wait... he is more manly than giggling. And that should be "suppresses", not "represses."
We compromise. Turkey.
So, on the way back to the house, I actually /tell/ Mum that she should just relax and enjoy herself. So she tells us how she wants the turkey done and starts "setting up the house for guests."
Dad and I share a private laugh. But at least she it out of the kitchen for now.
Okay, so Mum is arranging for everyone coming over - sleeping wise.
"You know, LQ, if you do not want to share your room with Amy... If you are not comfortable with that..." she says.
"Oh, no. It is fine. It would not be a family get-together without sleeping with Amy."
She raises an eyebrow at me.
"You know what I mean. And no, it won't be weird. I'm not worried about her trying anything. We're cool." And that is probably more than I have ever told Mum about my relationship with Amy.
So, we snack and cook and watch movies and play games and everyone eventually arrives.
Around the Thanksgiving dinner table.
Yes, I know that was a sentence fragment. Get over it.
Re-capping the party members:
Mum and her two ex's (Dad and Amy)
Her brother, his ex (Amy), current (Joan) and offspring (Jill)
Dad, his ex (Mum) and current (Kathy) and offspring (Me)
Amy, her two ex's (Uncle and Mum) and (?) (Me)
Joan, her current, her current's ex and her offspring
Jill and all these weirdos.
Me, surrounded by people who know far too many of my issues, all too well.
Bird is on the table. All the side are on the table. Drink glasses are full and all the places are set. I am the last one up and the bird-carving tools are still in the kitchen. So, I go pick them up and bring them to the table.
There is this... odd... silence as everyone (rug-rat excluded) is looking at /ME/ holding a /great/ /big/ knife.
I roll my eyes and hand the thing to Dad, but there is that moment. That elephant walking through the room.
I sit down, fold my arms across my chest and I think my bottom lip even stuck out just a little and Dad starts carving. (For those who may not know, I am not permitted sharp/pointy things. The failing track record I have with them is evident on my skin.)
Joan serves herself some stuffing then passes the dish. "So... how do you shave?"
After I pick up my jaw, I am actually pleased there was someone at the table over the age of /me/ who was unclear on the answer to that.
But the pleasantries for the next far-too-long pretty much ended there as the dinner conversation was centered around the fact that the seventeen year old (me) was displaying no more signs of puberty than the two-ish year old (Jill).
It did kinda end after the suggestion of getting out the CT scan of my ovaries was thrown out there.
"How about lets not," I say. I did not say, "Hey, lets /not/ get out the pictures of my crotch... again"
There is some debate on the relative merits of looking at the proof that I do actually have them. I give dad a pleading look and he kinda changes the subject and things get better after that, but I still could not really eat. Yep, I was embarrassed. I really tried to not show it, because it really was not anything to /be/ embarrassed about.
Moving on...
After dinner's cleanup was followed by much playing of Rock Band. That was cool. I mean, Mum, Kathy and I were taking turns on the vocals, Amy played drums, mostly and Dad and Uncle mostly stuck to the guitars. Joan rotated through the set here and there while entertaining Jill.
There was over all very little discussion of my inert reproductive system, my bad habits, and (most importantly) the few little gaps I have from the past few days are, well, few, and seem innocuous. Just some, "Earth to LQ - Hello - You in there?" and no one heard me talking to my food - that I am aware of.
I enjoyed a nice cup of espresso with minimal upset.
My bread pudding went over well.
I got to have some of the good scotch - but just a sip.
We did all have Guinness Punch - even Claire (I am such a bad influence - hahaha).
I ate at least something every day.
Friday, my friend Claire came over. Saturday, I went to Claire's for a while.
All in all, much of the long weekend was spent with all of us playing in the snow and me being Amy's pet like I used to. Only, now I am a little more reserved because I know what effect that has on her.
Claire did say it was a little weird seeing Amy kiss me bye. But not much weirder then seeing the general affection I show for Amy. She is way more accustomed to me keeping far more distance from people.
So, everyone is gone. The rest of the putting-the-house back in order will wait until tomorrow morning... after I post this. This was a much better holiday than last year.
Them are the highlights. I'll post this in the morning.
So for now...
Take Care -
LQ
Friday, November 19, 2010
It is Friday and I am not sure how I feel about that
This update may take me a while to get posted, but I will leave it up here until I am good and ready to post it.
This week has really gone my fast. Too fast, one may say.
The Linux Mint servers were having issues from being overloaded. I am happy that they are getting that popular... in a way.
Maybe I should go back to looking for a nice, quiet, unpopular distribution... maybe I should stick with Mint. It is great, but I am never one to go with the flow, as it were.
Rice. Sure, it's rice - who expects it to _not_ be boring. But hey, seasoned right, it is very flexible. And, dried, it stores well all winter, so, you know, no point in being down about it, eh?
I watched the film they made of Alice Sebold's The Lovely Bones and...
I think they did a good job. I am not goring to do a side-by-side breakdown. I have given up on trying to do that because it never ends well for the film. Maybe an exception or two. Now, books made from films? That is a whole other issue all together.
Back to the point, I really think that - for a conversion - the stripped down film made a lot of sense. Yeah, I think there was a point or two missing... but those missing points are mostly Mrs. Sebold's issues/hangups. It was tidied up nicely for the movie-going audience.
Never Let Me Go, when it comes out, I am not likely going to be so kind about. In fact, I think I am going to re-read it over the holidays so it is all fresh. It has been even longer since I read Ishiguro than Sebold. This was an incredible book. Depressing, yes, but incredible.
Now, I have no idea if there are plans or not, but I think Peter Jackson could do a good job bringing Scott Westerfeld's Uglies series to film... seeing as how Hollywood has thrown in the towel on original film concepts. (Did I spell Westerfeld right? lemme look that up... Nope. Better go back and fix that. Done. Now no one will know.)
I did a thing a while back about songs that, given a more developed story, could make a really good film. Some may be more like a Sundance festival short, other maybe like a full fledged motion picture, but hey... interesting plot nonetheless.
I am listening to Yaz (or Yazoo, for those of you across the pond) while writing this. It feels good.
Earlier, I was listening to Cherry Poppin' Daddies:
"You gotta move fast to beat the devil
Your arm is too short to box with G__"
I feel like that some days... stuck between anything and everything with no recourse and no wall to put my back against. It really wears me out sometimes.
Oh, I am doing better now, I suppose. Sometimes when you are lying down at the bottom of the well, the only thing to do is be still and hope the kicking is over with soon.
So, this is supposed to be the month for writing, right? It is bugging me that I have not been able to put anything down, you know? And Mum will be here Wednesday. It feels like it may as well be tomorrow. I am not ready to deal with family again. Maybe I just want Dad all to myself for the holidays. Yeah, that is bad of me to think like that, but then, I have even worse thoughts, so, oh well. The point of that was to say that starting with Mum on Wed,family will be coming and between getting ready, and then them being here, I doubt I will get anything finished enough to post. :bummer:
This is getting long-ish and has touched on a number of subjects without being very meaningful to any of them, so I suppose it is time to wrap this up.
Take Care-
LQ
This week has really gone my fast. Too fast, one may say.
The Linux Mint servers were having issues from being overloaded. I am happy that they are getting that popular... in a way.
Maybe I should go back to looking for a nice, quiet, unpopular distribution... maybe I should stick with Mint. It is great, but I am never one to go with the flow, as it were.
Rice. Sure, it's rice - who expects it to _not_ be boring. But hey, seasoned right, it is very flexible. And, dried, it stores well all winter, so, you know, no point in being down about it, eh?
I watched the film they made of Alice Sebold's The Lovely Bones and...
I think they did a good job. I am not goring to do a side-by-side breakdown. I have given up on trying to do that because it never ends well for the film. Maybe an exception or two. Now, books made from films? That is a whole other issue all together.
Back to the point, I really think that - for a conversion - the stripped down film made a lot of sense. Yeah, I think there was a point or two missing... but those missing points are mostly Mrs. Sebold's issues/hangups. It was tidied up nicely for the movie-going audience.
Never Let Me Go, when it comes out, I am not likely going to be so kind about. In fact, I think I am going to re-read it over the holidays so it is all fresh. It has been even longer since I read Ishiguro than Sebold. This was an incredible book. Depressing, yes, but incredible.
Now, I have no idea if there are plans or not, but I think Peter Jackson could do a good job bringing Scott Westerfeld's Uglies series to film... seeing as how Hollywood has thrown in the towel on original film concepts. (Did I spell Westerfeld right? lemme look that up... Nope. Better go back and fix that. Done. Now no one will know.)
I did a thing a while back about songs that, given a more developed story, could make a really good film. Some may be more like a Sundance festival short, other maybe like a full fledged motion picture, but hey... interesting plot nonetheless.
I am listening to Yaz (or Yazoo, for those of you across the pond) while writing this. It feels good.
Earlier, I was listening to Cherry Poppin' Daddies:
"You gotta move fast to beat the devil
Your arm is too short to box with G__"
I feel like that some days... stuck between anything and everything with no recourse and no wall to put my back against. It really wears me out sometimes.
Oh, I am doing better now, I suppose. Sometimes when you are lying down at the bottom of the well, the only thing to do is be still and hope the kicking is over with soon.
So, this is supposed to be the month for writing, right? It is bugging me that I have not been able to put anything down, you know? And Mum will be here Wednesday. It feels like it may as well be tomorrow. I am not ready to deal with family again. Maybe I just want Dad all to myself for the holidays. Yeah, that is bad of me to think like that, but then, I have even worse thoughts, so, oh well. The point of that was to say that starting with Mum on Wed,family will be coming and between getting ready, and then them being here, I doubt I will get anything finished enough to post. :bummer:
This is getting long-ish and has touched on a number of subjects without being very meaningful to any of them, so I suppose it is time to wrap this up.
Take Care-
LQ
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Top Fifteen Desserts I like to Make
Here are the Top Fifteen desserts I like to make, even if I cannot (or should not) eat them.
01) Cake.
Just plain and simple cake. Yellow cake with buttercream frosting. But made from scratch. It is so simple, that any flaws are like big neon signs. I like trying to get everything just right.
02) Cheesecake.
It is not really cheese, not really cake. Not my favourite to eat, but people seem to get all excited to hear that I did not make it from a kit.
03) Fudge.
It is like, "Oh, we need to bring some sweet snack? Here, let me make some fudge." I have not been able to eat it for so long that I kinda lost my taste for it, but I think that people overestimate the effort.
04) Bread pudding.
Especially when I get to make the bread myself too. It is not pretty, (hello, it is a pudding. There is no such thing as a pretty pudding) but it is so good. Sometimes, Dad even lets me use the "good scotch."
05) Guinness Punch.
(Aka: Jamaican Punch) Even though it is not really a typical dessert, I am adding it on this list. I don't drink it (wink), but it smells so good. Nectar of the g__s.
06) Snickerdoodles.
Yeah, it took me a /long/ time before I realised that the cookies I loved so much have nothing to do with the candy of similar name. And that is a good thing (that they are nothing alike) because I cannot eat chocolate and I do not like nut in things... and nuts, for the most part, hurt to eat and upset my tummy.
07) Tres Leches cake.
I cannot stand to eat it, mind you, because of the way it feels in my mouth, but if people are not begging me to make bread pudding, they are asking for tres leches cake. I have no idea how it is supposed to taste, but people seem to like it.
08) Spanish Style Sweet Bread - Pan Dulce
This is one of the ones that barely made it on the list, but because I am not so fond of making it, but I love to eat it. So, it almost violates that rule for the list. Dad likes them too and more often than not, he helps. Also, these are more often breakfast than dessert. (Oh MERCY, I miss coffee.)
09) Modified Bear Paw Cookies.
Modified, because they are supposed to have chocolate. I like them too much, so I make them without chocolate. People are like "Those are not Bear Paws!" because they have no chocolate. I call them MBP cookies.
10) No, I do not make baked Alaska. That is just... no.
11) Spice Cake.
Sure, making cake is making cake, but it is my favourite to eat too, so it makes the list.
12) Citrus Cake.
Not sure what else to call it. It is a lemon cake with orange flavoured frosting. I suppose the thing I like most about cooking is the smells. The whole house smells wonderful when something good is cooking - or especially baking.
13) Trifle
Talk about a labour of love. I always thought it an ironic name, because it is most certainly no trifle to make. But, when I am making a day of being in the kitchen, it is good fun. I like the English style the best, but there are so many varieties and recipes that I am surely no authority.
14) "Mini" Fruit Pies
The pies are mini, not the fruit, eh? I make like a croissant bread, or a sweet biscuit and kinda flatten it out. Put a dollop of fruit preserves, jams or jellies in the centre, then fold them over and bake. Presto! It took a few tries to get the technique right.
15) Mini Strawberry Shortcakes.
I call these "mini" because they are just a few bites. I use small shortbread cookies, a scoop of ice cream the size of a Swedish meatball, little bit of whip cream, and a halved strawberry. When I make them for "people," I plan on about half or more of the people having two (or more). But when I have the stuff, it is so quick an easy to just throw together for Dad and I.
Now, be it known, I am never going to win any prises with these. And they are seldom very pretty, even when I try. Well, at least not photo worthy. And, again, some of these, the thing I like about making them is spending time in the kitchen with all the good aromas, and when there is a lot of family over, it is good to escape to the kitchen.
Also, it should be known that most of these - or well, some of these - are more often than not a group project. It is a good way for Dad and I to pass some of these long winter nights.
If you read all that and are not craving some kind of sweet, then blame it on my lack of gud writing sklzxor.
As always, comments welcome even if I do not reply (blogger hates me).
Take Care
LQ
01) Cake.
Just plain and simple cake. Yellow cake with buttercream frosting. But made from scratch. It is so simple, that any flaws are like big neon signs. I like trying to get everything just right.
02) Cheesecake.
It is not really cheese, not really cake. Not my favourite to eat, but people seem to get all excited to hear that I did not make it from a kit.
03) Fudge.
It is like, "Oh, we need to bring some sweet snack? Here, let me make some fudge." I have not been able to eat it for so long that I kinda lost my taste for it, but I think that people overestimate the effort.
04) Bread pudding.
Especially when I get to make the bread myself too. It is not pretty, (hello, it is a pudding. There is no such thing as a pretty pudding) but it is so good. Sometimes, Dad even lets me use the "good scotch."
05) Guinness Punch.
(Aka: Jamaican Punch) Even though it is not really a typical dessert, I am adding it on this list. I don't drink it (wink), but it smells so good. Nectar of the g__s.
06) Snickerdoodles.
Yeah, it took me a /long/ time before I realised that the cookies I loved so much have nothing to do with the candy of similar name. And that is a good thing (that they are nothing alike) because I cannot eat chocolate and I do not like nut in things... and nuts, for the most part, hurt to eat and upset my tummy.
07) Tres Leches cake.
I cannot stand to eat it, mind you, because of the way it feels in my mouth, but if people are not begging me to make bread pudding, they are asking for tres leches cake. I have no idea how it is supposed to taste, but people seem to like it.
08) Spanish Style Sweet Bread - Pan Dulce
This is one of the ones that barely made it on the list, but because I am not so fond of making it, but I love to eat it. So, it almost violates that rule for the list. Dad likes them too and more often than not, he helps. Also, these are more often breakfast than dessert. (Oh MERCY, I miss coffee.)
09) Modified Bear Paw Cookies.
Modified, because they are supposed to have chocolate. I like them too much, so I make them without chocolate. People are like "Those are not Bear Paws!" because they have no chocolate. I call them MBP cookies.
10) No, I do not make baked Alaska. That is just... no.
11) Spice Cake.
Sure, making cake is making cake, but it is my favourite to eat too, so it makes the list.
12) Citrus Cake.
Not sure what else to call it. It is a lemon cake with orange flavoured frosting. I suppose the thing I like most about cooking is the smells. The whole house smells wonderful when something good is cooking - or especially baking.
13) Trifle
Talk about a labour of love. I always thought it an ironic name, because it is most certainly no trifle to make. But, when I am making a day of being in the kitchen, it is good fun. I like the English style the best, but there are so many varieties and recipes that I am surely no authority.
14) "Mini" Fruit Pies
The pies are mini, not the fruit, eh? I make like a croissant bread, or a sweet biscuit and kinda flatten it out. Put a dollop of fruit preserves, jams or jellies in the centre, then fold them over and bake. Presto! It took a few tries to get the technique right.
15) Mini Strawberry Shortcakes.
I call these "mini" because they are just a few bites. I use small shortbread cookies, a scoop of ice cream the size of a Swedish meatball, little bit of whip cream, and a halved strawberry. When I make them for "people," I plan on about half or more of the people having two (or more). But when I have the stuff, it is so quick an easy to just throw together for Dad and I.
Now, be it known, I am never going to win any prises with these. And they are seldom very pretty, even when I try. Well, at least not photo worthy. And, again, some of these, the thing I like about making them is spending time in the kitchen with all the good aromas, and when there is a lot of family over, it is good to escape to the kitchen.
Also, it should be known that most of these - or well, some of these - are more often than not a group project. It is a good way for Dad and I to pass some of these long winter nights.
If you read all that and are not craving some kind of sweet, then blame it on my lack of gud writing sklzxor.
As always, comments welcome even if I do not reply (blogger hates me).
Take Care
LQ
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