I'm grateful for the help I've had with turnip recipes both in comments and through email. The trouble with turnip recipes is that they seem to require lots of high calorie ingredients and the use of many pans in preparation. Neither of those fit into my ideal week night dinner plans. Also, I noted that none of the people who supplied me with recipes admitted to eating or liking turnips.
Nonetheless, I added turnips to our mashed potatoes tonight, covered the mashed mess with cheddar cheese and crumbled bacon (we might as well have had cheddar cheese fries with a fried turnip or two thrown in), and stuck them in the oven until the cheese melted. The kids loved them. No one mentioned the "T" word. Logan said it was a great meal and we should have it more often.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
More Turnips, Please
I retired as a technical writer years ago. Since then I've spent my time reading, writing, rabble-rousing and raising my two orphaned grandsons. Because they are now grown, I still spend time reading, writing, quilting, playing bridge, and in advocacy for many causes. Don't get me started on politics. My day-to-day life is fairly quiet, but my fantasy life is soaring, and I take mental excursions almost as good as the real thing.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Open Wide and Say "YUM!"
I probably shouldn't admit this, but the three of us polished off this pie before dinner the other day. The apples were CSA-organic, but the pie crust was Pillsbury. I try very hard to use up our farm fresh produce every week and to build healthy meals around it, but there are some lines I'm unwilling to cross. And some vegetables (actually only one, but we get lots of them) I won't eat. Turnips. At first I jullienned them (way too much work for a weeknight veggie) and sauteed them with EVOO, herbs, and garlic. I tried roasting them. But if you put lipstick on a turnip, it's still a turnip. If anyone has a fabulous recipe, let me know, you may rewrite the fate of a turnip bound for the compost heap.
I retired as a technical writer years ago. Since then I've spent my time reading, writing, rabble-rousing and raising my two orphaned grandsons. Because they are now grown, I still spend time reading, writing, quilting, playing bridge, and in advocacy for many causes. Don't get me started on politics. My day-to-day life is fairly quiet, but my fantasy life is soaring, and I take mental excursions almost as good as the real thing.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
New Do
Inspired by granddaughter-in-law, Nichole, I got a new do yesterday. Logan says he liked the old style better, but he hates any kind of change. I like it because it no longer falls in my face, especially when I'm sewing. Except for a bit on the bangs, the color is almost all natural for the first time in years. What do you think?
I retired as a technical writer years ago. Since then I've spent my time reading, writing, rabble-rousing and raising my two orphaned grandsons. Because they are now grown, I still spend time reading, writing, quilting, playing bridge, and in advocacy for many causes. Don't get me started on politics. My day-to-day life is fairly quiet, but my fantasy life is soaring, and I take mental excursions almost as good as the real thing.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Why I Never Get Anything Done
1. I was looking for a bungee cord to hold something in place while the glue dried, but I found three rolls of scotch tape, so I wrapped a present for mailing.
2. Looking for tax receipts, I found some old photos, so I cataloged them in "Picasa."
3. Searched the boys' closets for empty hangers, but found some outgrown shoes and took them to the Thrift Store.
4. Went out to bring in the garbage cans, but stopped in the garage to sort Christmas decorations.
5. Decided to throw out old magazines, but found an issue of the New Yorker I never read, so . . .
6. Needed to go to the bank; since I was out, decided to go to the post office, Wal-Mart and Hobby Lobby. Forgot to go to the bank.
7. Intended to clean the refrigerator, but decided to use up pie crust and apples, to surprise the boys when they got home from school --a wise decision, they will never remember Grandma for her clean refrigerator.
8. Meant to clean the bathroom, but stopped to check my email, googled three things I always wanted to know, and ended up starting this blog.
9. Went downstairs to clean the cat's litter box. Picked out a few tunes on the piano.
10. Started to clean the bathroom and finished it! How did I let that happen?
2. Looking for tax receipts, I found some old photos, so I cataloged them in "Picasa."
3. Searched the boys' closets for empty hangers, but found some outgrown shoes and took them to the Thrift Store.
4. Went out to bring in the garbage cans, but stopped in the garage to sort Christmas decorations.
5. Decided to throw out old magazines, but found an issue of the New Yorker I never read, so . . .
6. Needed to go to the bank; since I was out, decided to go to the post office, Wal-Mart and Hobby Lobby. Forgot to go to the bank.
7. Intended to clean the refrigerator, but decided to use up pie crust and apples, to surprise the boys when they got home from school --a wise decision, they will never remember Grandma for her clean refrigerator.
8. Meant to clean the bathroom, but stopped to check my email, googled three things I always wanted to know, and ended up starting this blog.
9. Went downstairs to clean the cat's litter box. Picked out a few tunes on the piano.
10. Started to clean the bathroom and finished it! How did I let that happen?
I retired as a technical writer years ago. Since then I've spent my time reading, writing, rabble-rousing and raising my two orphaned grandsons. Because they are now grown, I still spend time reading, writing, quilting, playing bridge, and in advocacy for many causes. Don't get me started on politics. My day-to-day life is fairly quiet, but my fantasy life is soaring, and I take mental excursions almost as good as the real thing.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Eat It, It's Good For You!
Free-range, antibiotic and growth hormone free chicken, organic brown rice, organic lemons, organic chicken broth, CSA-organic baby pak choi (aka bok choy), Jerusalem artichokes and garlic, how much healthier and politically correct can it get? They ate it, but I heard about it. It was actually really scrumptious. I took the leftovers (rice, veggies, and broth) added in some sauteed baby portobellas and had a wonderful soup the next day.
I retired as a technical writer years ago. Since then I've spent my time reading, writing, rabble-rousing and raising my two orphaned grandsons. Because they are now grown, I still spend time reading, writing, quilting, playing bridge, and in advocacy for many causes. Don't get me started on politics. My day-to-day life is fairly quiet, but my fantasy life is soaring, and I take mental excursions almost as good as the real thing.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Tall Man
As you can see, Logan is the tallest (though not the oldest) member of his team. He is just a shade taller than Alex, on the right hand end of the photo. Alex's dad is 6'7" tall, Logan's was around 5'6". Speaking of genetics, it's not too hard to see that the kid at the left hand end of the back row is the coach's son. The Lakers are undefeated four games into the season.
I retired as a technical writer years ago. Since then I've spent my time reading, writing, rabble-rousing and raising my two orphaned grandsons. Because they are now grown, I still spend time reading, writing, quilting, playing bridge, and in advocacy for many causes. Don't get me started on politics. My day-to-day life is fairly quiet, but my fantasy life is soaring, and I take mental excursions almost as good as the real thing.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Cross Patch
Our church requested crosses for hanging in the sanctuary during Lent. The only requirements were that they be no larger than 24 x 24, but at least 
15 x 15 and that they depict a cross. Here are my creations -- my first foray into designing my own and I really enjoyed it. I like executing someone else's design and trying to make it as good as the model, but I find joy in not having to measure up to a standard. No one call tell what is right and wrong with my work, because however it turned out, that's what I intended! (yeah, I know the one on the right looks like a star, but I like the amibiguity, also it's not really original, but modified from a quilt pattern.) Click on the images to see details in larger pictures.Tomorrow I will attend an Applique Society meeting -- a quilting club that just formed in November, so I'm a charter member. It looks like a great opportunity for making friends and for getting some tips on quilting. It has been hard for me to make friends since we have been in Missouri. I have lots of acquaintances, but no real friends here. I tend to isolate and focus on the boys, so it's my own fault. Church, neighbors, and contacts through the kids school and activities have yielded a large circle of connections, but still no soul-bonding. We'll see. Of course, I still have my family and wonderful friends from years past whom I keep up with through travel and the internet, and I wouldn't trade one of them for a new buddy.
I retired as a technical writer years ago. Since then I've spent my time reading, writing, rabble-rousing and raising my two orphaned grandsons. Because they are now grown, I still spend time reading, writing, quilting, playing bridge, and in advocacy for many causes. Don't get me started on politics. My day-to-day life is fairly quiet, but my fantasy life is soaring, and I take mental excursions almost as good as the real thing.
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