We spent Thanksgiving this year at my Mom's home. For the past 3 years we have eaten the Thanksgiving meal at a local golf course - with a large and elaborate spread. Appetizers galore, Couple kinds of turkeys, ham, beef, potatoes, stuffing, and lots of dessert choices (including the famous CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN).
Peanut has decided over the past couple of years that her favorite Thanksgiving dish is the Sweet Potatoes. I promised her that I'd make Sweet Potatoes for her this year... So my Thanksgiving culinary adventures innocently began...
A friend sent me a recipe - and it looked simple enough. Remember that it is very unusual for me to cook without the help of the recipe on the back of the box or a favor packet!!
The prep work went well - and I successfully baked the yams in the sugar/butter sauce.
However, I was aggressive in applying the marshmallows and didn't realize that they would expand at 500 degrees....
and flow over...
and burn in my Mom's oven...
and cause smoke...
and trigger ALL of the fire alarms in her condo...
and cause the dogs to howl...
and have to open all of the windows to air out the place
just a few moments before we were to sit down for the meal....
You can't buy holiday moments/memories like that!
They tasted great and Peanut loved them - which was the main point. I caused a little more stress for my Mom then I intended....
I guess if they had come off perfectly I wouldn't have anything to talk about! (And the pies that I purchased were wonderful!)
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE!
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
One Solitary Life
He was born in an obscure village
The child of a peasant woman
He grew up in another obscure village
Where he worked in a carpenter shop
Until he was thirty
He never wrote a book
He never held an office
He never went to college
He never visited a big city
He never travelled more than two hundred miles
From the place where he was born
He did none of the things
Usually associated with greatness
He had no credentials but himself
He was only thirty three
His friends ran away
One of them denied him
He was turned over to his enemies
And went through the mockery of a trial
He was nailed to a cross between two thieves
While dying, his executioners gambled for his clothing
The only property he had on earth
When he was dead
He was laid in a borrowed grave
Through the pity of a friend
Nineteen centuries have come and gone
And today Jesus is the central figure of the human race
And the leader of mankind's progress
All the armies that have ever marched
All the navies that have ever sailed
All the parliaments that have ever sat
All the kings that ever reigned put together
Have not affected the life of mankind on earth
As powerfully as that one solitary life
Dr James Allan © 1926.
The child of a peasant woman
He grew up in another obscure village
Where he worked in a carpenter shop
Until he was thirty
He never wrote a book
He never held an office
He never went to college
He never visited a big city
He never travelled more than two hundred miles
From the place where he was born
He did none of the things
Usually associated with greatness
He had no credentials but himself
He was only thirty three
His friends ran away
One of them denied him
He was turned over to his enemies
And went through the mockery of a trial
He was nailed to a cross between two thieves
While dying, his executioners gambled for his clothing
The only property he had on earth
When he was dead
He was laid in a borrowed grave
Through the pity of a friend
Nineteen centuries have come and gone
And today Jesus is the central figure of the human race
And the leader of mankind's progress
All the armies that have ever marched
All the navies that have ever sailed
All the parliaments that have ever sat
All the kings that ever reigned put together
Have not affected the life of mankind on earth
As powerfully as that one solitary life
Dr James Allan © 1926.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Boo's 10th Birthday
My boy is getting so big.
Here he is with his cake:
Here he is with his new pirate outfit:
And his new air hockey game that Peanut insisted he needed:
Here he is with his cake:
Here he is with his new pirate outfit:
And his new air hockey game that Peanut insisted he needed:
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Moose on the Loose
I was on my way to work, driving into my office complex, when I saw a MOOSE in the parking lot. A real moose... with a rack, etc.
By moose standards, I understand that the bull was little. But he sure was big to me.
Unfortunately, he left our office parking lot and ventured onto the highway. The police had to put him down to prevent him from causing a terrible accident.
It was quite the start of my day!
Moose on the Loose!!!
By moose standards, I understand that the bull was little. But he sure was big to me.
Unfortunately, he left our office parking lot and ventured onto the highway. The police had to put him down to prevent him from causing a terrible accident.
It was quite the start of my day!
Moose on the Loose!!!
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