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Sunday, 22 November 2009

  • Stuck on Repeat.

    Blessed Be Your Name
    In the land that is plentiful
    Where Your streams of abundance flow
    Blessed be Your name

    Blessed Be Your name
    When I'm found in the desert place
    Though I walk through the wilderness
    Blessed Be Your name

    Every blessing You pour out
    I'll turn back to praise
    When the darkness closes in, Lord
    Still I will say

    Blessed be the name of the Lord
    Blessed be Your name
    Blessed be the name of the Lord
    Blessed be Your glorious name

    Blessed be Your name
    When the sun's shining down on me
    When the world's 'all as it should be'
    Blessed be Your name

    Blessed be Your name
    On the road marked with suffering
    Though there's pain in the offering
    Blessed be Your name

    Every blessing You pour out
    I'll turn back to praise
    When the darkness closes in, Lord
    Still I will say

    Blessed be the name of the Lord
    Blessed be Your name
    Blessed be the name of the Lord
    Blessed be Your glorious name

    You give and take away
    You give and take away
    My heart will choose to say
    Lord, blessed be Your name

Saturday, 21 November 2009

  • Oh my word!

    Oh my word! is the phrase of the day.

    First, just after I woke up this morning, I headed downstairs to work on my quilt. Jon was behind me. Our stairs are really slippery and need to be washed. I knew this, but I was also wearing socks with little grippy things on the bottoms. Four steps from the bottom, my feet came out from under me, and I took a spill. I'm fine, but my rear end is not. I have a horizontal line of a bruise all the way across my tail, because I apparently hit every step in the exact same spot. It hurts, but I can't stop laughing about it. How does that happen? (the straight bruise, not the fall)

    Second, OH MY WORD I finally finished quilting my blanket! It took just over 4 years. I started it in Dominica to pass the time. Through the years, it quickly became the ugliest quilt I had ever seen, because I had stared at it for so long. But as I laid it out on the ground a few minutes ago, I love it. I still need to sew up the ends (hello, sewing machine!), but that shouldn't take more than 20 minutes. I'll probably do that either tomorrow or next week. Up next? I have to take one of the curtains from the spare bedroom and make it into two. That's tonight's project. Then, I have to make a Christmas stocking for my nephew. Sew much to do! :)

Friday, 20 November 2009

  • Recipe Friday

    Feel like trying something new? I did. I'm a recovering picky eater, so if I like this, I think you may, too. I am the BIGGEST french fry fan. So, when I came across this recipe, you know I had to try it! It passed the taste tests of both J and I. I think the crunch of the cornmeal was my favorite part. Let me know your thoughts if you make this.

    Without further ado:

    Root Veggie Fries (from the _Clean Food_ cookbook by Terry Walters)

    1 rutabaga, peeled
    4 carrots, peeled
    4 parsnips, peeled
    3 T extra virgin olive oil
    1/4 c yellow cornmeal
    1 tsp. coarse sea salt (I used kosher)
    1/2 tsp. ground nutmeg
    cayenne pepper

    Set oven to broil. Cut vegetables into thin sticks and steam 3 - 4 minutes or until just tender. Remove from heat and place in a large bowl. Coat with oil an toss with cornmeal, salt, nutmeg and cayenne. Lightly oil cookie sheet and spread fries in a single layer. Broil 3 minutes (place rack about 3 - 4 inches from burner), then remove from oven. Flip fries and broil another 3 minutes or until lightly browned. Serve hot. (Serves 4+)

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

  • I'm How Old Again?

    Tonight at the grocery store, I had a funny and slightly sad experience. Fruit snacks were on sale. And I love me some gummies. I was choosing between two different kinds: Dora and Scooby Doo (same brand). I stood there for at least two minutes going back and forth in my mind: "The Dora ones have two box tops, so I should get those. But I would rather have the Scooby Doo ones. But Dora has two box tops. But I'd rather have the Scooby Doo ones." Finally, realizing what I was doing, my mind intervened: "Tiffany, do you REALLY care what shapes they are? For crying out loud, get a hold of yourself!" Two minutes is far too long to be choosing between two different shapes of fruit snacks at my age.

    And just so you know, I went with the Dora ones, because of the two box tops. But I still kind of want the Scooby Doo ones, because Scooby Doo is WAYYYYYY cooler. What is wrong with me?

Tuesday, 17 November 2009

  • Coming Clean and Remembering the Whole Dang Thing

    Tiffany is the name, and Sunkist Fruit Gems were the game. How many could I take without getting caught? The Jewel in K3 had no idea what was coming. While my older sister resorted to peeling gum and candy off the floor, I preferred the bigger challenge: the still wrapped, sugar-coated, gummy candies glowing from their bin like gold at the end of a rainbow. I loved shopping day and looked forward to the excursion.

    The task was simple, really. Approach nonchalantly, glance around the room, and when the coast was clear, like lightning, grab a piece and shove it into my coat pocket. And when we left the produce aisle, when Mom wasn't looking, I'd enjoy my cheap thrill.

    I don't remember how or when, but my kleptomanic tendencies eventually came to an end. I think it was probably around the time I stole tic-tacs from the checkout line. I made sure to walk with a steady stride, avoiding the clanging bounce of the candies against the plastic case. Once we were in the car, I [stupidly] offered some to my sister and her friend right in front of my mom. (Did I mention I was in the passenger seat and literally had to turn around to even offer some of my prize? Yeah. I was THAT dumb.) Mom whipped the car around faster than idontknowwhat, and she made me apologize to the store manager for what I did. (That's what I get for being sweet.) It was mortifying. (And that's what I get for being stupid.)

    I remember stealing earrings once. I DID get caught (I don't remember how, but I did make it all the way home before it was noticed), and "cleverly" blamed the stolen earrings on my brother. (Why didn't I blame my toddler sister? Yeah, I have no idea. Apparently my little brother seemed much more believable at the time. Or maybe that was what just spewed out of my mouth first? I STILL have a problem saying things without thinking first! But that's another subject for another day.)

    Then there was the time that I stole a purple Crayola bear pencil topper on my way to preschool. It's odd that I remember this one, because I was so young, but it's actually kind of funny. On my way into the school, I dropped it on the steps without realizing it. On the way out, I saw a mom pick it up and give it to her daughter. Frantically, I patted my pockets to be sure it was mine. It was, and I was livid. Someone was trying to steal MY hard-earned junk! I somehow managed to sneak away from my mom and get it from them. It was really quick. I remember saying, "That's mine" (sweetly, of course), and taking it out of the mother's hand before running back inside before my mom knew I was missing. I must've really wanted that pencil topper, which I couldn't use anyway, because my parents would ask where I got it from. [Note: I found this little purple bear while packing up the basement before our big move 10 years ago.]

    Enter modern day Tiffany. Imagine my surprise when in the checkout at Bed, Bath and Beyond there sat a box of those Sunkist gems. No, I didn't steal them. But it did make me laugh and brought back a whole slew of childhood memories. I still remember the taste, and how I would suck on them until the sugar would dissolve. Then, I'd bite down slowly, because the feeling of my teeth going through the candies reminded me of biting through my own tongue. It was almost as though I was stealing one with my mind and experiencing all the taste senses. Funny, come to think of it, I don't recall ever having bought one of those fruit gems in my entire life. They probably wouldn't be as good as I remember them being anyway.

    And now my mouth is watering. Great. I should've bought a box.

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