Scrambled thoughts, experiments and snippets of fun -- shaken, stirred, whipped and kneaded.
Thursday, July 04, 2013
Wednesday, July 03, 2013
Scraps and Snippets ~ Good Idea, Nearly Delish Fail...
Tasty idea that almost, almost made it to a top ten list.
I need to work on the crust of this bad boy. But. I'll share the idea. If you love smores, you might want to work on your own crust.
You could use the whole crushed graham crackers, a little bit of Earth Balance, pressed into a 9 x 13 pan. Or cookie dough of your choice baked until done.
Then dump 1 1/2 or 2 cups of chocolate chips over the crust and allow them to soften from the heat of the crust. (If you don't bake the crust, you might want to melt the chips with a TBSP of coconut oil or peanut butter and pour over the crust. Use a bag of Dandies marshmallows. Cut each one in half (I used the standard sized bag and the large size of marshmallows if they come in other sizes...)
Toss the marshmallows onto the chocolate and press down. Stick under the broiler and toast them until they turn golden and start to melt.
Cool for ten minutes or so. Then cut into bars.
I need to work on the crust of this bad boy. But. I'll share the idea. If you love smores, you might want to work on your own crust.
You could use the whole crushed graham crackers, a little bit of Earth Balance, pressed into a 9 x 13 pan. Or cookie dough of your choice baked until done.
Then dump 1 1/2 or 2 cups of chocolate chips over the crust and allow them to soften from the heat of the crust. (If you don't bake the crust, you might want to melt the chips with a TBSP of coconut oil or peanut butter and pour over the crust. Use a bag of Dandies marshmallows. Cut each one in half (I used the standard sized bag and the large size of marshmallows if they come in other sizes...) Toss the marshmallows onto the chocolate and press down. Stick under the broiler and toast them until they turn golden and start to melt.
Cool for ten minutes or so. Then cut into bars.
Tuesday, July 02, 2013
Scribbles and Scrambles ` And Then....
Toad Boy (aka my son) has this catch phrase that he uses frequently. It's designed to get a reaction from listeners and usually that reaction is a laugh.
He is full of stories and most of them are hilarious. He, unfortunately, inherited the even-if-I'm-the-only-one-laughing,-at-least-someone-is, syndrome. From me. Of course.
His schtick is when a story gets a bit dry (this NEVER happens in stories where he is driving, those are fraught with laughter and tension) he will toss in the phrase. "And then I found five dollars." Which is designed to make a dull story "interesting."
Yesterday at work, we had a few men who had back to back chest xrays and ekgs. The ekg nurse found a folded up five dollar bill on the floor during ekg number three. She told the guy it had fallen out of his pocket. He said, no, it wasn't his. So I took it to the waiting room and asked number two if it was his. Nope. Number one had left after his bloodwork so the receptionist gave him a call. And bingo.
Of course, I immediately texted Toad Boy. He said that guaranteed anything that happened that day would indeed be interesting in the retelling.
Okay. Maybe you had to be there. Maybe if I offered you five dollars.
He is full of stories and most of them are hilarious. He, unfortunately, inherited the even-if-I'm-the-only-one-laughing,-at-least-someone-is, syndrome. From me. Of course. His schtick is when a story gets a bit dry (this NEVER happens in stories where he is driving, those are fraught with laughter and tension) he will toss in the phrase. "And then I found five dollars." Which is designed to make a dull story "interesting."
Yesterday at work, we had a few men who had back to back chest xrays and ekgs. The ekg nurse found a folded up five dollar bill on the floor during ekg number three. She told the guy it had fallen out of his pocket. He said, no, it wasn't his. So I took it to the waiting room and asked number two if it was his. Nope. Number one had left after his bloodwork so the receptionist gave him a call. And bingo.
Of course, I immediately texted Toad Boy. He said that guaranteed anything that happened that day would indeed be interesting in the retelling.
Okay. Maybe you had to be there. Maybe if I offered you five dollars.
Monday, July 01, 2013
Scraps and Snippets ~ Infamy...
My nutso friend Michelle dropped in a few weeks ago. She has written a new historical that required a recipe for orange marmalade. And since boiling hot, sticky liquid and two slightly deranged women were involved, we decided it needed a video. So. Here you go. Enjoy. And if you like her quirk, you'll love her writing, unless you are a scaredy cat...
Friday, June 28, 2013
Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Picture With Me...
You have to use your internal peepers for this one. Let me set the stage for you and tell a little tale.
One day a woman was driving home from her violin lesson. Traffic for some reason was pretty much insane. Inching forward, stop, inching forward, stop. Finally, she reached the on-ramp for the interstate and found that not only was traffic there, crazy, it was moving right along. She merged and then played the get-in-the-right-lane game. It was then that she saw him, two lanes over.
A bright blue pick up. Mid-seventies, possibly early 80's...the kind that you just don't see on the interstate very often. Beat up, of course, it's put some serious time in. The bed is full of lumpy peach colored items. The woman, intrigued now, cranes her neck, one eye on the traffic, one eye trying to figure out what fills the pickup bed....
And then, she spies it. A well-formed, completely obvious swell of a buttock. And there, next to it, is a complete set, standing proudly, leaning against the inside corner of the truck. A load of mannequin buttocks? A truckful of butts? A buttload of mannequin parts?
Yes. And the woman, battling crazy traffic, all alone, wished for a camera.
One day a woman was driving home from her violin lesson. Traffic for some reason was pretty much insane. Inching forward, stop, inching forward, stop. Finally, she reached the on-ramp for the interstate and found that not only was traffic there, crazy, it was moving right along. She merged and then played the get-in-the-right-lane game. It was then that she saw him, two lanes over.
A bright blue pick up. Mid-seventies, possibly early 80's...the kind that you just don't see on the interstate very often. Beat up, of course, it's put some serious time in. The bed is full of lumpy peach colored items. The woman, intrigued now, cranes her neck, one eye on the traffic, one eye trying to figure out what fills the pickup bed....
And then, she spies it. A well-formed, completely obvious swell of a buttock. And there, next to it, is a complete set, standing proudly, leaning against the inside corner of the truck. A load of mannequin buttocks? A truckful of butts? A buttload of mannequin parts?
Yes. And the woman, battling crazy traffic, all alone, wished for a camera.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Painting Party Tutorial ~ Day 2
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| We were at Step 4: The stems and leaves. Finish your leaves, leaving half of each leaf blank. |
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| Step 6: Outline the flowers, leaves and buds with a thin brush dipped in black paint. (Or use a Sharpie) |
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| Step 7: Blue. Fill each black ring with a blue blob. And then pick which leaves or portion of leaf you want to paint blue and fill it in, or highlight it over the green that is already in place. |
| Step 8: Add yellow highlights to the leaves and buds. |
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| Uniquely same art. |
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Painting Party Tutorial ~ Part 1
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| & found a poster and liked it's looks. I liked that it looked easy to duplicate. |
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| Step 2: Decide how many big and medium flowers and how many buds you want on your picture. I went with 3 buds, 2 small and 1 large flower. Simply paint an amoeba like blob with 4 rounded bump outs. |
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| Continue with the small flowers. The buds can be made by placing your brush perpendicular to the canvas and spinning in a tight circle. |
More, tomorrow.
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