Now what do I say????
Yea. I know. It has been a while.
First ... I had massive writers' block.
Second.... I was too busy to talk.
Third .... Then I get blocked out of Blogger and had massive issues with password recovering. I have one now and I am using it. We will see how well and how long it works.
So, my friends, cancel the interview for the obit notice. I am alive and kicking.
But in the meantime, I will update you on what is new in the land of Miss Eff. Maybe.
First of all --- I have formed a very intimate relationship with my knitting needles. I swear they are attached to me at the hip. They stand at the stove as I stir jam. They follow me to town, only to be picked up at the first red light. There is a pair here. And another pair there. And I'm certain I could find a pair in the shower if exfoliating takes too long.
Yea. I have been knitting. A lot. And a lot for me .... is pretty much 24/7. Less a couple of quick naps.
My wrists are soooo svelte!!!
Now I would show you the fruit of my fibery labor.... but the camera is on the fritz and won't transfer pics to its friend, the computer. A little un-friending going on. I hate it when technology turns on each other! The notes to each other on Facebook ..... well, need I say more????
But it has consisted of slouchy hats, fingerless mitts, pretty capelets, coffee cozies and dishcloths.
And am I done???
Yea ... not so much!
I've spent a lot of time in the kitchen ... from mixing up cocoa to baking granola. I've made jam, jam and more jam to go. I've made mint meltaways and fudge. And to top it all off .... I taught an ice cream making class on Tuesday night for Scott Community College.
Yep --- it was awful!! I was forced .... forced, I tell ya! ... to devour homemade vanilla ice cream.
But not plain vanilla ice cream! We dressed it .... in homemade chocolate sauce, black cow caramel sauce and orange caramel sauce. Yea ... we did. All of it ... all at the same time! It was truly evil and delicious.
You knew you should have taken the class, right????
OK -- I will give you the recipe for the orange caramel cuz this is sooo good it is scary!!
Orange Caramel Ice Cream Sauce
1 cup packed brown sugar
1 cup heavy whipping cream
½ cup sweetened condensed milk
½ teaspoon orange extract
In a large sauce pan, cook and stir brown sugar and cream over medium heat until sugar is dissolved. Bring to a boil; cook for 5 minutes or until mixture is reduced by half. Remove from heat and stir in the orange extract and condensed milk. Cover and refrigerate.
Makes 1-1/3 cups.
And it makes a great Christmas gift....... pretty jar .... all wrapped and tied up with some of the yarn that is following me around!!!
Back to counting and those pointy stick things.
First ... I had massive writers' block.
Second.... I was too busy to talk.
Third .... Then I get blocked out of Blogger and had massive issues with password recovering. I have one now and I am using it. We will see how well and how long it works.
So, my friends, cancel the interview for the obit notice. I am alive and kicking.
But in the meantime, I will update you on what is new in the land of Miss Eff. Maybe.
First of all --- I have formed a very intimate relationship with my knitting needles. I swear they are attached to me at the hip. They stand at the stove as I stir jam. They follow me to town, only to be picked up at the first red light. There is a pair here. And another pair there. And I'm certain I could find a pair in the shower if exfoliating takes too long.
Yea. I have been knitting. A lot. And a lot for me .... is pretty much 24/7. Less a couple of quick naps.
My wrists are soooo svelte!!!
Now I would show you the fruit of my fibery labor.... but the camera is on the fritz and won't transfer pics to its friend, the computer. A little un-friending going on. I hate it when technology turns on each other! The notes to each other on Facebook ..... well, need I say more????
But it has consisted of slouchy hats, fingerless mitts, pretty capelets, coffee cozies and dishcloths.
And am I done???
Yea ... not so much!
I've spent a lot of time in the kitchen ... from mixing up cocoa to baking granola. I've made jam, jam and more jam to go. I've made mint meltaways and fudge. And to top it all off .... I taught an ice cream making class on Tuesday night for Scott Community College.
Yep --- it was awful!! I was forced .... forced, I tell ya! ... to devour homemade vanilla ice cream.
But not plain vanilla ice cream! We dressed it .... in homemade chocolate sauce, black cow caramel sauce and orange caramel sauce. Yea ... we did. All of it ... all at the same time! It was truly evil and delicious.
You knew you should have taken the class, right????
OK -- I will give you the recipe for the orange caramel cuz this is sooo good it is scary!!
Orange Caramel Ice Cream Sauce
1 cup packed brown sugar
1 cup heavy whipping cream
½ cup sweetened condensed milk
½ teaspoon orange extract
In a large sauce pan, cook and stir brown sugar and cream over medium heat until sugar is dissolved. Bring to a boil; cook for 5 minutes or until mixture is reduced by half. Remove from heat and stir in the orange extract and condensed milk. Cover and refrigerate.
Makes 1-1/3 cups.
And it makes a great Christmas gift....... pretty jar .... all wrapped and tied up with some of the yarn that is following me around!!!
Back to counting and those pointy stick things.
Comments
November 21st, 1909
I haven't had to carry water—just melt snow you know—have had my tub full of snow water by the stove all the time and more than once I've gone to bed at nine thirty with a good fire and when I got up at five thirty have had to strike quite hard with my fist to break the ice on the tub while smaller things freeze up solid. My house is one of the warmest and best built houses in the country so you see we are having a spell of weather. I don't mind it like some folks do and every one is good to me—I have lots of invitations to stay over night or over Saturday & Sunday.
I started bread Friday evening. I suppose you wonder how I kept my yeast from freezing. I did like every one else out here—put it in a tight can, wrapped it up good and took it to bed with me and if holding that darned thing all night isn't enough to give any old maid bad dreams I don't know—I don't think I ever had better luck with bread though.
Bachelor Bess: The Homesteading Letters of Elizabeth Corey, 1909-1919