Monday, October 30, 2006

"Kee-Coo!" "More!"


Some serious cookie baking happened around here on Friday producing the most delish sugar cookies I think I have tasted in a long time. In an effort to provide you with a treat more meaningful than my words on the screen here is the recipe......Happy Halloween!

Molly's Grandma's Sugar Cookies
1 1/2 c. sifted powdered sugar
1 c. butter
1 egg
1 tsp. vanilla
2 1/2 c. flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. cream of tartar

Frosting recipe:(modified slightly from Molly's G-ma's recipe)
1/2 c. unsalted butter
3 c. powdered sugar
2 T milk
1 tsp. vanilla

For the cookies: cream sugar and butter then add egg and vanilla. Blend dry ingredients and add. Refridgerate for 3 hours. Roll out dough. Cut into shapes and bake @375 for 7-8 minutes. (It is advisable to roll the dough a bit thicker so the cookies don't break so easily and to watch them while they bake because they cook fast and the longer they cook the more fragile they get.)
For the frosting: cream butter and sugar together, adding vanilla and milk next.
ENJOY!

Friday, October 27, 2006

Veruca's Back


Are these not the CUTEST dishes? And they are Corelle! We had Corningware (I think Corelle made these) growing up. Though not the loveliest pattern, we dropped them, they would not break. They never showed signs of wear and tear. You could stack a thousand in the cupboard and still have room. They were light to carry. They could be microwaved and would not burn your hands afterwards. (At least I don't think they did). Could you ask any more from a dish?

Our current dilema with our dishes is that 1) They are a mishmash from my husband and I combining our goods when we got married. 2) They are pottery so they tend to sear the phalanges when handled after microwaving. 3) They are easy to break and heavy. And the mellamine and plastic ones we use for the kids can't be microwaved either for fear of leaching harmful BPA's into our daughter's food. I'd love to fill the shelves with the Polish Pottery I fell in love with last year but alas, the budget will not allow.

Corelle's dishes are the obvious answer to solving all of our dish dilemmas. Santa, are you listening..........?

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

What Would Martha Stewart Do?


Any friends we have visited in the past few weeks have made me realize by their example that people decorate for holidays. People hang pumpkin garlands or ghostly lantern lights. People frame doorways with Happy Halloween banners and motion activated skull mobiles.

And then there's our house.

It's not that I don't like to decorate, I just usually only do it at Christmas. The rest of the holidays, well, they come knocking at our door and are welcomed to Screwedville. That may have to change now that my kids are getting old enough to notice, and old enough not to abuse whatever decorative gourds are, as Martha Stewart would say, "FESTOONING" our entry way.

So, this week we have been decorating. With some excellent examples of homemade decor at Jooge's friend Tenne's house, we got busy producing kleenex ghosts, handprint bats, and spooky blown paint ghosts. Lemmie tell ya, this place really is spookified. I figure after All Hallows Eve has passed I will round up a few choice decorations that are on the clearance rack at Target or Ross, though none will quite compare with our homemade ones.

This weekend we will carve pumpkins and round up Deely Boppers for Julia's butterfly costume. We will sink our teeth into delicious sugar cookies frosted with the tastiest of buttercreams. We will hand out treats to mini McSteamys(They had a picture of a kid dressed up like this on Ellen yesterday) and we will take a short trek around the block to experience trick or treating for the first time, stopping to give a "shout out" to the huge Pooh hanging out on a nearby porch. In short, we will join the spirit of the holiday. And that? As Martha Stewart herself would say, that's a good thing.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Hair Talk

I know I seem to write about hair with some frequency, (at least those precious tendrils that grow from my girls' noggins), but HAIR I go again. (Sorry. That was bad. I'm a cheeseball).

I've recently been made aware of a trend amongst the fashion forward and Hollywood elite (Okay, among Jessica Simpson and anyone else that goes to her hair dude) where they are DYING THEIR ROOTS TO LOOK DARK. Yes folks, you heard me right. It's suddenly COOL to have roots contrasting with the rest of your color. What luck-I had the look going and didn't even know it! At this rate I need not schedule my much belated color appointment. I'm SET.

And something else that occurred to me the other day while showering...Do you think the label on our hair products say anything about us? Think about it. One of my recent shampoo bottles boasted that it was for hair with NO MAJOR ISSUES (and in a pretty big font)! Did I choose it because the label reflects my own perception about my life, or even bigger: about the life I WANT to have? Kinda makes you wonder. Do I choose moisturizing conditioner when my life is in a dry spell? When my mousse promises LIFT is it really a life lift I need? Yes, I'll admit, these ideas are wacky. AND,they are replacing important shower tasks like doing self-check exams-especially in OCTOBER, HEL-LO Tia it IS Breast Cancer Awareness month.
Still though, I wonder. What does your shampoo say about YOU?

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Big Pumpkins, Little World


We went pumpkin patching at Roloff's farm, very near our house. Yes, THE ROLOFFS of Little People Big World fame. It was a cool experience because we saw pretty much everyone in the family at some point and I am all for a star-sighting. At the same time, it felt kind of voyeuristic. I mean these people are just PEOPLE, and though I was guilty of wanting to see them, everyone there was snapping pictures, uttering phrases like, "I just saw Zach driving the tractor" and the pumpkins were all just laying there going, "Uh, hello people, didn't you come to get US?" As we were leaving we stopped so Amy, driving her youngest son in their minivan, could leave their driveway, but she just sat, almost in a daze, watching the line of cars leaving the patch. Though we actually shared a smile, I'm sure her expression before that was almost one of regret, that they'd allowed this world in, and that though they were profitting from it, it had compromised something gone from their former lives.