Archive | October, 2015

Cooking for the Kids – Horror

7 Oct

“Just because you’re not sick, doesn’t mean you’re healthy.”

I stopped at one of my favorite restaurants the other day to pick up an order of BBQ Chicken Wings.  Yahoo!  I love chicken wings.

While I waited I had the pleasure of watching a cooking show where a mom, God bless her, who was homeschooling her kids, was also taking time to make them home cooked meals.

The show began with her making a large batch of mini-blueberry muffins the night before to make breakfast easier.  Good planning, mom!  Unfortunately, the mini muffins were the only item on the breakfast menu.  A big handful of sugary sweet muffins along with a glass of milk.  Not a great nutritional start to the day.

But then after a few lessons where the kids showed off their abilities to memorize dates in history, mom sent them outside to do science experiments while she prepared a snack for the little scholars.

So mom took graham crackers and spread half with peanut butter and half with hazelnut chocolate spread.  I was getting nervous.  Next she roasted some marshmallows right on her stovetop and inserted the melty marshmallows between two of the crackers.  Not a quitter, mom then dipped the sandwiches in melted chocolate, either milk chocolate or white chocolate.  I really didn’t think this snack could get any worse, but it did.

Setting her snack creations out to dry mom sprinkled some with crushed pretzels and some with rainbow sprinkles.  Can you say sugar rush.

Really?  This is a cooking show to instructs people on how to feed their kids?  And we wonder about ADD.  Really?  Nothing more to say, except – 

Loveya – The Grandma

 

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Tweak It Originality

4 Oct

“Be yourself.  Everyone else is taken.”

All of my friends (both of them) have Faerie Gardens.  I love the concept but I haven’t been into faeries since I stopped working at that one restaurant.  (See: stereotypes)   

And then I noticed this large, misshapen dish I bought at a pottery clearance sale.  The dish was on sale because it came out misshapen.  The dish was also on the front porch filled with squirrel food.  What else do you do with a reject piece of pottery?

And then I came across this small goddess statue that I purchased during one phase of my life when I was doing the goddess thing.  That did not go as well as hoped for.  Perhaps more about that later.

Are you following this or do I need another cup of coffee?  At any rate, I scooped up some gravel from the driveway and bought some fake greenery along with some air plants, which contrary to their name do not live on air alone.  It took me three batches of air plants until I found that out.  You need to dip/soak them in water about once a week.  There – I saved you  some time and money.  You’re welcome.

Well, here is my creation.  I call it a Goddess Garden.  Moral of the story – think outside the box.  And maybe question who made the box.

 

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She’s in my kitchen saving me from cooking disasters.  Don’t I wish!

Loveya – The Grandma

Seriously?

3 Oct

“The brick walls are not there to keep us out.  The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something”  Randy Pausch

Well I hope you can follow this blog because as I begin to write it I can barely follow my thought patterns about what I’m going to write.  I’ve recently been blown away by readings I’ve done about perception.  It seems that our lives evolve based on our perceptions/beliefs.  

Example.  Two groups of people were given identical tasks.  One group had the task described as work and the other group had the task described as play.  One group experienced a sense of fatigue and the other group a sense of fun.  Guess?  This and more provocative thoughts can be found in  “Mindfulness” and other books by Ellen J Langer.  “On Becoming an Artist” is another of her gems that just might kick-start a few would-be artists,

But the whole idea for this blog came from a sign I saw and photographed so I could share it with you.  The sign …

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I went in to see if maybe there was only half a toilet seat or if the sink was dangling off the wall.  Maybe the person creating the sign didn’t know how to spell, accessible.  So how does this all tie together.  Beats me.  I’m just excited about new things that I’m learning.  And today I have to transfer some liquid paints to spritz bottles.  I signed up for an art class  It’s never too late.  Ellen J Langer told me so!

Loveya – The Grandma