food, crochet, merriment
This moment…
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from our lives.
A simple, special, memorable moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and keep close to my heart.
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Happy weekend my dear friends.
Don’t you just LOVE my sweet–and I mean SWEET–little Tom Turkey? Don’t you just want to gobble him up? Ha! Gobble. Get it? That’s a good one.
These little guys would make a great neighbor treat or think how great they’d look on the Thanksgiving table.
Fudge Mallows cookies
Iced Oatmeal cookies
Chocolate frosting
Swedish fish, candy corn and anything else you’d like to use.
You likely don’t need tons of instructions now–but just in case…
Cut the marshmallow cookies in half.
Glue it–with chocolate frosting–marshmallow side down, onto the oatmeal cookie.
Pipe a frosting “turkey body” straight up onto the marshmallow cookie.
Cut the Swedish fish up for feet, wings, beaks, eyes or whatever strikes you.
Give your little “Turkey-Lurkey” a face, beak, feet and a waddle from the decorettes and cut up Swedish Fish.
“Glue” tail feathers onto the back of the same cookies.
The little papooses will love this part…
and be quite proud of…
their little gobblers…
in the end. And rightly so.
Sweet little turkeys nearly too cute to gobble.
I said, nearly.
Back when the “big kids” were really little kids and not actually big kids, and didn’t have any little kids of their own–are you still with me?–dressing up for Halloween was a month long deal. These guys would tear through the costume box and try everything on and mix and match to their hearts content before finally, FINALLY deciding what to “be” for Halloween. Many times the big decision would end up being made about 3 minutes before scurrying out the door with everybody else to trick or treat.
Look who we have here–Sweet Lyndi the naughty witch, Yellow embarrassed clown Jillian, Purple grinning clown April, friend sixties girl Alyna, and bitty baby bear Daney boy.
Silly little “bald kid” was just a baby, not a big enough kid, and too busy being a baby, and being bald, to dress up. ha ha.
Here’s some amazing news from my daughter, April that I’d love to share with you~
Thank you, Thank you, THANK YOU!
Mwa!
AprilMy pretty little daughter is becoming quite a bread maker. We’re sharing her luscious recipe with you today. Grab it quick–before she changes her mind…
about sharing, I mean.
Sometimes I just need some good old homemade whole wheat bread.
It soothes a myriad of ailments, and makes my house smell good to boot.
I’ve been working on perfecting mine, as I’ve never been especially good at yeast baking. I think I may have finally gotten to where it at least rises every time. For a while there, I had these solid little lumps of doughy whole wheat. Kind of like a brick. One of those hasn’t shown up in my kitchen for a while now, though, so I think I may be out of the woods on that particular phase.
The next phase of my breadmaking career was the part where I kept making loaves that were too dry. They tasted great, and held together just swimmingly right out of the oven. Then, a few hours later, they were a crumbly mess. Too much flour, I was told.
Then, about a month ago, a lovely woman taught a class at a church activity about bread making. I had the same wheat grinder as her, and the same mixer, so I figured I couldn’t blame the bread problems on my equipment, at least. So I went. She gave me the perfect recipe, and I haven’t had a bread problem since.
So, my lovelies, if you’re a little less than savvy in the bread making department, maybe you should give this little beauty a try. It makes your house small absolutely amazing, and it tastes great too.
Download the recipe here.
Homemade whole wheat bread. Yum.
~ April
