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Deelee, I have an aunt and cousin living in Illinois. My aunt married an American serviceman stationed in Newfoundland, at few years after World War II. She lived in Chicago for many years and I visited her there when I was 18 yo. Then they moved to Broadview where she still lives. She'll be 92 this year. Hope you're not too tired today. Are your iron levels down? I've coloured my eyebrows on occasion when I do my hair. My eyebrows are getting unruly which is worse than turning grey.
Lucinda, my DIL received a hot chocolate maker for Christmas. It's a ceramic pot with a spout and a little teeny, tiny battery operated whisk to make the chocolate frothy. Is your frother similar to a little whisk?
Carol Sue, I think the clean running water from the shower would clean out the wounds. I hope things are healing and getting smaller.
Cinnamonie, I'd kill myself if I used a trampoline (any size), especially a mini one. It looks so easy but I know I'd jump off the thing instead of on it. I'm so clumsy. But, I think if I could, I'd love to use one. I've got 2 boxes full of "skinny" clothing that used to fit or almost fit. Someone thought I was getting rid of them but I informed them I wasn't buying any "fat" stuff and if I didn't get back into the "skinny" clothes I'd soon be going naked. That's motivation.
I don't do football or soccer or hockey or skiing or golf or baseball or anything, hahaha. So the SB weekend will pass very uneventful for me. You, though, my dear have a good time watching with your friend.
Gayle, I'm afraid I'm one of those retired ones who keeps my sister and friends on the phone for hours. I shall back off, lol. I'm not a phone chatter by nature but when I do phone it's usually a marathon.
I'm a shortie, too, but so is DH. I have a 3-step stool that I use several times a week and a little rubbermaid stepstool that I keep in constant use.
Donna, we're having a bit of a storm today. Not much going to fall here but there will be drifting. Last week we were dumped and that picture of the strawberry planter could have been taken in my yard.
Rie, hope you're feeling much better by today. I had to laugh when I read about watching a movie and reading a book. I do that too, especially if the movie isn't too interesting. I was a primary teacher for 31 years and we celebrated every season and holiday that could be turned into a reading/writing/math/etc activity, lol. So, when groundhog day was upon us I just naturally looked for something the "class" would like.
Bobbi, those cupboards are going to be lovely in that kitchen. I hate renovations. I'd just as soon pack a bag and move into a motel until every thing is finished. Just the smell of paint makes me want to leave not because the smell is bad but because of the disruption in my life. I have to stay, though and help. It's a deep-seated psychological trauma from childhood, LOL. My mother painted, wallpapered and put down new flooring every year for Christmas. I can even remember going to bed Christmas Eve watching mom finishing up that last bit of papering or painting. I'm scarred.
Lynn, Karen31 & Zoe and Others who inquired, this is a tomato tart. It is essentially a pie crust, a layer of cheese, a layer of tomatoes and some seasoning. Some recipes get a bit more involved with onions, garlic, cream and the like but this one is very simple. You can google for a recipe but this is the one I used. I had a very thin crust made from leftover scraps from pastry I made last week.
Tomato Tart
1 prepared pie crust or 1 refrigerated pie crust
Filling:
2 T Dijon mustard
1 cup (4 oz) Gruyere cheese grated
large tomato, thinly sliced
2 T fresh basil, chopped
Salt and pepper to taste
Preheat oven to 350°.
Place dough in a 9" removable bottom tart pan (or ordinary pie pan is fine). Crimp to make an edge around pan and prick a few holes with a fork on bottom.
Bake10 minutes until slightly brown.
Spread mustard on bottom (I only used about a teaspoon as mustard isn't a favourite of mine), then cheese in an even layer. Arrange tomato slices over cheese and bake 30 minutes until tomatoes begin to look dry. Sprinkle with basil, salt, and pepper to taste.
Serves 6-8.
Karen31, you've got me reading the Book of Esther.
Marie, I do hope the doctors have it right but I'm sure something must be giving you so much pain.
Freda, I do hope your sister will be all right. Most of my MIL's medical problems stem from smoking. When she went into kidney failure a year and a half ago, she quit smoking immediately and although she was not a happy camper for a few weeks (months) now she can't stand the smell of cigarettes. I've been a vegetarian since 1997 with a couple of those years eating vegan. My DS decided he was not going to eat meat and became vegetarian so DH and I decided we'd eat that way too. We'd been eating semi-vegetarian for years and finally gave up the meat altogether.
Zoe, glad to see you back home safe and sound. I remember those roads in Vermont (many, many years ago). When you mentioned them my memory went back nearly 40 years ago. Those were the years you could go back and forth the border without a full body check and 20 pieces of ID including a passport. LOL It is so nice when someone takes the time to make you feel welcome and compliment you on the work you are doing. It just makes you want to do the best for them. Not that you wouldn't, but you know what I mean.)
I had a nice surprise this morning. I decided to wear my long winter boots but as I was pulling them on I remembered one leg was almost too tight to pull up the zipper. They are adjustable and I was in a hurry and didn't want to take the time but wonder of wonders the tight leg zipped right up without any problem. Now, there's a NSV!
Yesterday, I was at the Goodwill Centre for the last day for the next six weeks. That place puts a lot of things in perspective for me. A young woman phoned for food but the food bank wasn't open yesterday so the other lady who was with me told her she'd have to phone a clergy or a board member for emergency assistance. She phoned one of the board members who phoned us and said to fill an order for her so I took care of that. She came in needing all food items and diapers for an 8 month old baby. She didn't have any transportation but she just lived down the street from the Centre so I piled the groceries in my car and gave her a ride home. Poverty is such a cyclic disease. I know she's living like she was raised with no hope of changing and she doesn't even know there's something better. And her kids will probably be the same. The sad thing is she only received a welfare check a few days before and she couldn't make it stretch for four days. She reeked of tobacco smoke an so did her house (and so did my car while she was in it). Her husband/boyfriend (?) was home looking after the children but didn't do much to help bring in the groceries. I'd wager there was beer/alcohol and drugs in that house too--just no idea of the priorities in life. I'm not condemning those who smoke/drink, etc,--that's their business but when there's no distinction between that and the necessities of life I get so sad and sometimes angry. I know people rise above their situations and do well (not always financially but socially accountable) but this girl will never do that; even if she had money land in her lap it would be gone in a few weeks. I'm so fortunate to have a nice home, food in the cupboard, heat and comfort. And because of that I must never think I'm better or above those poor creatures who cannot do better. I can only help where I can and try to show them there is something better. Maybe someday someone will say to me, "You helped."
OK, I'll stop now, lol. Have a nice day.
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