Friday, February 20, 2015
The weather has been winterish here this past week, Ellen has been home from school and there have been many, many things to do. But without further excuses or ado:
949 puffed chickadee on the bird feeder
948 milk on my Honey Bunches of Oats
947 the perspicacity of a titmouse
946 the haunting cry of a gull
945 the swell and crash of ocean waves
944 daffodils in spring
943 the family I was blessed with, growing up
942 the clank and spin of the windmill
941 a printer with a scanner
940 the awkward grace of a giraffe
939 God's sense of humor when He created the giraffe
Monday, February 9, 2015
I was going to do this daily, make it more fun, post pics and tell stories and whatnot. But it's proving more difficult than I'd thought. I will try to do better, but I'd also like to get this done and not be listing these for the next year. Ha! Here's a few more. There's a bit of food favs in this particular list. It must be because I am trying to limit my calories and want some more! (Edited to add picture of Ellen reading...that's better!)
979 a nice, ripe Bosc pear
978 gnarled oak against a bright blue sky
977 the glow of a sycamore on a dim winter day
976 cat purring in my lap
975 dew on roses
974 popcorn with orange juice
973 fresh pineapple
972 sliced bread
971 my bread machine
970 homemade sour dough bread
969 butter melting on toast
968 the feel of rich black dirt
967 the homey clucking of contented chickens
966 chickens scratching
965 chickens fluffing in a dust bath
964 honey bees buzzing in a clover patch
963 shared laughter
962 a new journal
960 daughter as silly as I am
959 really good acapella music
958 Bluegrass gospel
957 the click of sealing jars
956 box turtles rustling through dry leaves
955 the smell of alfalfa
954 Matilda the cat
953 the song of a whipporwill
952 the knock-kneed charm of a new calf
951 white chocolate brownies
950 rocky road brownies -these 2 are the only kinds of brownies I can make with any vague success
Monday, January 26, 2015
983 deer dancing in the field at dusk
982 the silhouette of a deer against a pink dawn
981 a double rainbow
980 the smell of the ocean
This is slow going. Not because I have trouble thinking up things that I am grateful for, but because I get caught up in trying to think of how to illustrate them. Pictures are more fun than just plain words on the page. But quite a few of the greatest gifts from God are not those you can really capture on film. I guess some of these you could. But when magical moments happen and there is no camera to hand sometimes the picture on your heart is sweeter, however fragile it may be.
Because it's good! And because, really, I think in the past 8-9 years I've bought maybe 2 tubs of ready-made store frosting. The stuff made from real ingredients is so much better.
Chocolate Cream Cheese Frosting
6 oz semi-sweet chocolate (6 squares-chopped or 1 cup of choco-chips)
1/4 cup water
8 oz cream cheese softened
2 cups confectioner's sugar
In a small pan over low heat, melt chocolate and water. (Or use microwave if you prefer) Stir until chocolate is melted and smooth. Cool to lukewarm. In large mixer bowl beat cream cheese and chocolate mixture on low speed until blended. Gradually add confectioner's sugar, beat until smooth.
Thursday, January 22, 2015
989. My pressure cooker. Hubby gave it to me for my birthday the first year we were married, I believe; though I can't quite recollect quite that far back in time. It may have been a rather unromantic gift (though neither of us can be accurately accused of being romantic in any sense of the word) but it sure has been an invaluable tool in the kitchen. I use it at least once or twice per week; beans, pork steak w/ taters and carrots...etc. It's great to put a meal in it...10 minutes later; DONE!
988. Homemade ice cream It saves quite a bit of money. Hubby likes ice cream most every day. I used to buy it, but it has skyrocketed in price. Silly me. We live on a dairy forevermore...milk, cream, free eggs from mother-in-law. I just make it in the freezer; that way, no wasting of salt, ice electricity or time. Funnily enough, Ellen doesn't like it that way. She'll eat store-bought "keem" as she used to call it when little, but not homemade. Excellent. More for hubby.
987. Pepperoni pizza. I was going to say homemade pepperoni pizza; which, when made correctly is better than store-bought, but any pepperoni pizza is good....mostly.
986. The sound of ice rattling in a glass of cold water. With beads of condensation dripping down the sides of the glass. It's mid-January now and maybe I am dreaming of summer, even though I don't really like summer in Missouri. But it beats chopping ice.
985. The sound of the surf.