tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48638301739435777632024-03-14T00:00:57.431-05:00Sweet Posy DreamsGardening, Cooking, Yarn --
an Ordinary LifeSweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.comBlogger250125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-83838732050113858452017-05-25T08:00:00.000-05:002017-05-25T08:00:08.521-05:00Houseboats on the Mississippi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky, up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our back and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made, or only just happened . . ." --Mark Twain, <i>The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn</i></blockquote>
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Recently, the husband and I spent a couple of days driving around Wisconsin and down the Great River Road. Some of the prettiest country I know is along the banks of the Mississippi in Minnesota, Wisconsin, and northern Iowa and Illinois. It's not the most dramatic scenery in the world, but it has a simple, quiet, ancient beauty that soothes my soul.<br />
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On this last trip north, we accidentally missed a turn and crossed the Highway 25 bridge into Wabasha, Minnesota, which proved to be a fun detour. We wound up spending the night in Winona. In the morning, we decided to head back across the river to Wisconsin on Highway 43. The highway crosses Latsch Island, also known as Island Number Seventy-Two. We hopped off the highway on the island and discovered a whole world of houseboats. <br />
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The houseboats vary greatly in style and quality. Some are two story marvels that look like "regular" houses. Others appear to be little more than hobo shacks, ramshackle affairs built of spare parts. Many of the boats are hooked up to electricity, and some have TV antennas rising above the roofs. There are several porta potties on the island, so I don't think they have plumbing (how could they?). According to an <a href="https://www.mprnews.org/story/2017/02/14/winona-houseboat-culture-winter-living-challenges" target="_blank">NPR story</a> I read, some of the houseboats are occupied year round. Can you imagine how cold they must get, not to mention problems with river ice? While not for me, it looked like a laid-back life, filled with wildlife and beauty.<br />
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The houses are best seen from an old bridge called the John A. Latsch Historical Wagon Bridge (or, of course, from the river itself). We drove over the bridge (five miles per hour speed limit!) into Wisconsin, but had to turn around in a fishing camp because the road was blocked. As we returned to the island, we had a marvelous view of the houseboats. Not worried about traffic, we stopped on the bridge so I could snap some pictures.<br />
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By the way, you may remember how I rhapsodized about some battered cheese curds in Dubuque, Iowa back in January 2016. I can also vouch for the Leinenkugel's battered curds at the Fill In Station in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin. If you're ever in the area, check them out!<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Open Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> </span></div>
Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-61265826865530878672017-05-23T08:52:00.000-05:002017-05-23T08:52:07.821-05:00Coming Back Into the Light<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's been a while since I've written a post. You may remember last August I wrote about my brother's paralysis and death (cancer). At that point, I tried to make a conscious decision to live life more fully (hence the kayak purchase). Things didn't go exactly according to plan. I spent a lot of time in Tennessee over the next couple of months, clearing out my brother's house and selling it. Then my father began to decline further (Parkinson's). Long story short, he passed away at the beginning of December. Luckily, I was able to be with him. I drove home with pneumonia (didn't know it until chills started halfway through the drive) and spent several weeks recovering. Then my mother decided to move into assisted living, so that turned into another four weeks spent in Tennessee. There's still my parents' condo to sell and all the possessions to redistribute. So all in all, the last eleven months have been a little overwhelming. <br />
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The bad days, however, are becoming fewer. I am starting to see the light again.<br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-25732475391541062932016-08-11T07:36:00.000-05:002016-08-11T07:36:00.974-05:00Looking for Adventure<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Last weekend, we went a little crazy and this happened.<br />
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We bought ourselves two kayaks. We're ready for adventure. Honestly, when I saw the kayaks strapped to the car, I could hear "Born to Be Wild" playing in my head. I feel a little like a middle-aged cliche, driving a Subaru with kayaks on the roof, but it's going to be fun. We took them out for their maiden voyage to Shabbona Lake State Park, about thirty minutes away. It's a small lake, only 318 acres, and is used for fishing and float boats only, no speed boats. Perfect for getting the feel of our new kayaks. And we weren't the only ones who thought so; we met another middle-aged couple, who had brought their new kayaks to Shabbona for their first trip too.<br />
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We found an area covered with lily pads and water lilies. We saw a couple of herons, lots of purple martins and dragonflies. A lovely, peaceful time.<br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-27713222755716424482016-08-09T09:09:00.000-05:002016-08-09T09:09:11.959-05:00Sweet Corn<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's sweet corn time here in Illinois. Every year, I tell myself I'll buy extra corn and freeze it, but I never do. Only this year, I did! Last week, I stopped by a local truck/farm stand and picked up four baker's dozen ears of bicolor sweet corn. <br />
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When I was growing up, my family grew corn in their gardens, and I have lots of memories of my mother and aunt "putting up corn," which meant shucking, washing, cutting off the cob, partially cooking it, cooling it, and putting it in quart freezer boxes. As I got old enough, I helped out. First with shucking, but later with the whole job. <br />
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My grandmother, then my mother and aunt, made what we always called "fried corn." It is cut off the cob and placed in a non-stick skillet (although I'm sure my grandmother used cast iron as there was no non-stick in her time) with water, butter, salt and pepper. It is simmered for thirty or more minutes, until it is cooked down and creamy. No milk or cream is added, however, only the milk from the corn itself. That dish really is my youth. I love fried corn. I even, or actually <i><b>especially</b></i>, like it when the corn is not tender and sweet. Sometimes my parents bought a field corn, trucker's delight, which is not sweet and can be kind of tough. It became something of a joke in the family because that was actually my favorite for fried corn.<br />
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It's a fair bit of work, even with only four dozen ears, but it will be so worth it come winter when I can pull a taste of summer out of the freezer.<br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-84577398436048239522016-08-01T10:07:00.000-05:002017-05-23T08:52:35.571-05:00Saying Good-Bye<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The last two months have been very hard. The last two weeks even harder. On July 15, I learned that my older brother, my only sibling, had passed away at age 59. It was not unexpected. He had battled stage four renal cancer (metastasized to the spine) for five years. I remember so clearly the day I found out he had cancer. It was like someone punched me in the gut. I went out to the hammock, sat there alone and cried. Your sibling is <b>you</b>, part of <b>you </b>-- your first friend, your childhood ally (and sometimes enemy), the one who has known you all your life.<br />
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In early June, we stopped by my brother's farmhouse in Tennessee. He lived alone with his dog, Walter, and saw a hospice nurse once a week. "I don't know if I'll make it until the Fourth of July," he said as we said good-bye at the door. Three days later, I was on my way back to Tennessee. He had woken up paralyzed from the chest down due to growth of the tumors. Even after he was hospitalized in the palliative care unit, he continued to make plans -- I was instructed to bring in his coffee maker, a cart to put by his sink, his laptop, sugar packets, rubber bands, you name it. I was told what to get out of his house -- "You're in charge," he said, then questioned most of my decisions and instructed me in detail via cell phone what tools to pack up and take home to my son. The big brother until the end.<br />
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After two weeks, I came back home. I had planned to go back to Tennessee the last week of July. I had the completed paperwork from the veterinarian which would allow Walter to visit him at the hospital already in my car glove compartment. Then just after midnight on July 15, I got the call. Even though I knew it would happen, I still felt that it was sudden, unexpected. I wandered around the house, held Walter's face in my hands and told him how sorry I was that he was now an orphan. I paid bills, I packed a bag, and I spent the next eight hours alone in the car driving back to Tennessee. It was the worst drive I've ever had. As the sun came up on an absolutely gorgeous day, all I could think about was that my brother would never see another sunrise. That he wouldn't see the beauty of the world again. Even as I thought these things, I still couldn't really believe or understand that my brother was gone. <br />
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So good-bye to my brother, my first friend, my childhood co-adventurer and fellow explorer.<br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-33629725425386046822016-04-06T09:04:00.000-05:002016-04-06T09:04:17.729-05:00Waiting Room Magazine Cuisine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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One of the best things about going to the dentist is the magazine rack in the waiting room. I don't subscribe to many magazines, so being in the waiting room is like getting a glimpse into other worlds -- <i>Midwest Living</i>, <i>Simple</i>, who knows what I'll find? On Saturday, after chatting with the receptionist a few minutes -- how's the family, how 'bout this weather (snow flurries) -- I settled down with a magazine with lovely pastel Easter eggs on the cover. Partway through, I came across a recipe for beef brisket that looked fresh and different. I showed it to the husband; he agreed. I thumbed through a few more pages. Then I thought maybe I should write that recipe down, so I started to rummage in my purse for a pen and scrap of paper. The door opened. "Come on back." I hastily put the magazine back in the rack and meekly followed the hygienist. <br />
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With my teeth cleaned, X-rays taken, and a figurative pat on the head from the dentist, I returned to the waiting room. The husband was still in the back, so I figured I'd get that recipe. The magazine was gone! No pastel Easter eggs to be seen in the rack or on the chairs. Hummpf. Some other middle-aged lady (there <i>had </i>been one in the waiting room) had no doubt taken it with her back to the dentist's chair. <br />
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When I got home, I began searching online for the recipe. I didn't know what magazine it was, only that it had Easter eggs on the cover. I searched for a recipe with the ingredients, and I struck gold. I found it in <i>Good Housekeeping</i>. The name of the recipe is a mouthful, Soy-Braised Beef and Tomato-Mint Salad. Here's the <a href="http://www.goodhousekeeping.com/food-recipes/a37553/soy-braised-beef-tomato-mint-salad-recipe/" target="_blank">link</a>. <br />
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I made it for last night's dinner, and it was a hit. It's super easy, too, as the beef cooks all day in the crock pot. I served it, as suggested, with jasmine rice. Next time, both of us agreed, maybe replace the red onion with green onions or shallots. The onion flavor was a little strong. (The husband said this first and he loves onions.) In the magazine, they used whole mint leaves, which looked prettier, but my mint leaves were gargantuan, so I chopped them. One important note: I used <b>low sodium soy sauce</b> and it was plenty salty.<br />
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Speaking of soy sauce, did you know that much of the Kikkoman soy sauce produced in the U.S. comes from Walworth, Wisconsin? It's a tiny town just over the Illinois border. We used to live seven miles from Walworth, so I usually buy Kikkoman. I remember the first time we drove north on Rt. 14 into Wisconsin and I saw that big Kikkoman plant sitting out in the middle of a field. Such a surprise. But it makes sense, since the Midwest grows a lot of soybeans. Might as well put the plant near the source, right?<br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-18309168184189433672016-03-28T17:17:00.000-05:002016-03-28T17:17:17.542-05:00Garden Time Approaches<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's officially spring according to the calendar and even judging by the temperatures and vegetation here in northern Illinois. On our morning walks, we've noticed more activity from groundhogs and muskrats. The robins are back, the chipmunks are out, and a pair of adorable rabbits have made themselves at home in our yard (which, however, has not been great for my flowers).<br />
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I'm always thinking about how to improve the general looks of the garden -- what to move, what to add -- and recently I've become kind of enamored of willow fences. Then the other day, I was in a local home improvement store (Menards) and saw peeled willow screen panels (46" high by 36" wide). The wheels started turning. <br />
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We live in a fairly typical in-town location with neighbors on each side. Our rear neighbors have a wood stockade fence which provides a perfect screen to the back. Our side neighbors' yards are more open to ours. On the east side, we have a small area by the garage that years back we converted from very spotty lawn to purple wintercreeper. It thrives there. I have flower beds on either side of the creeper. My long bed of daylilies, however, just sort of mushes up against the neighbor's yard, which is a combination of ground cover and smallish trees. I decided the willow screens would be perfect for adding some structure to that area of the garden. <br />
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I'm really pleased with how it looks. Right now, I admit, it does look a little like it's just stuck in space there, but the hydrangea to the rear will leaf out and fill in shortly, and we decided to extend just to the birdhouse as a logical stopping point. If we had kept going, we would soon have had to wrangle our way around a fair sized walnut tree. Plus, at $16.99 per panel, six panels seemed like plenty!<br />
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We attached each panel to its neighbor with zip ties and anchored each panel into the ground with those green metal plant stakes. I like the fact that it's not at all permanent and we can easily take it out in the fall (or before if I decide it doesn't work after all).<br />
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For the most part, I plan to leave it unadorned, but I may let some morning glory vines grow on it. I have some sprouting that I hope to train up the birdhouse pole. Maybe a few on the screen would be nice too.<br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-90071846935781565642016-01-25T12:04:00.001-06:002016-01-25T12:04:54.782-06:00By the Light<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Saturday was our wedding anniversary. We spent the day in Dubuque, Iowa. It was our second quick visit to Dubuque, and I have to say, I really like that town -- the bluffs, the river, the architecture. I need a third visit, an overnight, where I can explore more fully. I'd like to check out the Shot Tower and ride the Elevator (closed in winter), which is a terrifyingly steep railroad up to a scenic view. While we didn't get to do much, we were lucky enough to find a terrific place for lunch downtown. A local recommended a darling little cafe/pub called First and Main. She also specifically recommended their cheese curds. She acknowledged that it sounded kind of weird to suggest something so ordinary, but, oh, they were not ordinary at all. They were the absolutely most amazing, lightly beer-battered, melt-in-your-mouth cheese curds I have ever eaten. If you're ever in Dubuque . . . .<br />
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On the drive home, there was a beautiful sunset. This is what it looked like at sixty miles an hour.<br />
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Then the moon rose. Many of you saw that moon on Saturday. I couldn't take my eyes off it; I think I really was a little moonstruck. Luckily I wasn't driving. I tried to get a photo of the moon at sixty miles an hour too, but that wasn't working out too well, so finally the husband careened into a side road, and I snapped a quick shot. <br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-47737835923971730382016-01-11T09:57:00.000-06:002016-01-11T09:57:01.056-06:00Warming Up a Cold Evening<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Brrr! Where's that El Nino they promised us this winter? It was four degrees yesterday, so I made a spicy skillet jambalaya to warm us up. I got the recipe from the January issue of <i>Country Living</i> magazine, but I'm sure there are lots of others online. I used chicken andouille sausage, which lowered the fat a little, and added a bit of smoked paprika to up the smokiness of the dish. It was flavorful, but not too hot. A warming bowl of jambalaya and later an episode of <i>Downton Abbey</i> -- not bad for a cold, winter evening.</div>
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P.S. A digital stove tip: Recently the digital control on my gas stove goofed up. It would not go above 287 degrees. I called the repairman, who came out, unplugged my stove and plugged it back in. Problem solved. Only $76 to unplug the stove. I hope this tip can save someone else a service call charge. </div>
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-60945863586731759802015-12-16T17:55:00.000-06:002015-12-16T17:55:34.871-06:00It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like . . . Bedlam<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's been a hectic few weeks here at the Posy house. We ended November with a broken clothes dryer and a dicey sewer. The second week of December found our yard populated with plumbers and equipment for three days. <br />
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Luckily, we did not have to replace our drainage line, despite the fact that it is clay tile that is almost a century old. Our house predates the installation of sewers in our town by a few years, but I'm guessing they got on line fairly soon. The first sewer system in town was completed in 1908. And while they are still intact, those clay tiles allow tree roots to infiltrate everywhere there is a joint. With our big hackberry tree as well as shrubs, etc., our pipes were pretty well clogged with tree roots. That is more than you wanted to know about that, I'm sure, but suffice it to say that it was a big (read expensive) job, so I've told the husband to expect a roll of toilet paper as his Christmas gift. He thinks I'm kidding.<br />
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In between appliance deliveries, plumber visits, etc., I have managed to get all my Christmas baking finished. Five types of cookies and also mini peanut butter cakes. None of which I have pictures of because I popped them all into the freezer. I polled the family at Thanksgiving and got two requests for <a href="http://sweetposydreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-cookies-first-batch.html" target="_blank">Italian wedding cookies</a> and one for <a href="http://sweetposydreams.blogspot.com/2012/12/orange-you-glad-i-made-cookies.html" target="_blank">orange chocolate chippers</a>. I also made a batch of <a href="http://sweetposydreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-cookies-third-batch.html" target="_blank">cream cheese-walnut cookies</a>, a favorite around here. The new cookies this year both came from the December issue of <i>Country Living </i>magazine: red velvet cookies and triple chocolate hazelnut.<br />
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I've been feeling a particular sense of urgency in my Christmas planning this year as I will be away from home the entire week before Christmas. I'm hoping to get home by evening on Christmas Eve if everything goes according to plan -- God willing and the creek don't rise (or, more appropriately, the snow don't fall). So even though, as I told the husband last night, I feel like I'm living on a knife's edge and it won't take much to push me over, it actually is beginning to look a lot like Christmas.<br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-37383816585175622712015-11-21T14:59:00.001-06:002015-11-21T15:21:13.206-06:00Snow and Dreams of Warmer Days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's not even Thanksgiving, and in northern Illinois, we have snow. Lots of snow. I'm guessing there are about five inches on the ground. The ground was fairly warm, so the earliest snow melted. It's a heavy, clingy, beautiful snow. The birds have been caught a little by surprise, I think, and have been crowding the bird feeder all day. Here are a couple of beauties waiting their turn.<br />
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And to think, only a month ago, I was enjoying warm, sunny weather in Florida and Savannah. I've meant to share my Savannah pictures with you, but haven't had a chance. Here are just a couple of snaps from that trip.<br />
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While I do love snow, I wouldn't mind being down south again for a day or two. We visited family in Florida, then took a little detour to Savannah for one night. I was really impressed by the view of the salt marshes. The photo below was taken from the car as we went over a very tall bridge into Brunswick, Georgia. </div>
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For one last glimpse of warm weather, I'll leave you with a shot of Bay Street in the historic district of Savannah. Whether it's warm or cold, I hope things are lovely where you are.</div>
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-25397170060027957382015-11-14T09:53:00.000-06:002015-11-14T09:53:02.158-06:00It's My Birthday, And I'll Eat If I Want To<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yesterday was my birthday -- a Friday the 13th birthday, my luckiest day. I was born on a Friday the 13th. My next Friday the 13th birthday won't be until 2020. To celebrate my special day, I made myself a cake. A whole big cake just for me (okay, I shared with the husband).<br />
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It isn't fancy. In fact, I even used a mix! I tried to make a pudding poke cake, which sounded kind of fun, but my pudding was a little too set up, so it didn't flow into the holes. So instead, it's a chocolate cake with pudding filling and whipped cream. I expect we'll wind up throwing some of this away, but that's okay. I'm worth a cake on my special day!</div>
Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-13511679991678415232015-11-11T12:14:00.000-06:002015-11-11T12:44:47.179-06:00Outside My Office Window<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I've been semi-chained to my desk lately, and while I <b>am </b>working hard, I keep getting distracted by feathered visitors outside my window -- cardinals, chickadees, finches, nuthatches, and sparrows (<b>lots </b>of sparrows). And then there's this one cheeky guy that runs off everyone else:<br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-55573700050566163512015-08-27T18:13:00.000-05:002015-08-27T18:13:57.254-05:00Prairie Pinks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When I think of Illinois prairies, I picture mostly yellows and browns, especially in the late summer -- the goldenrods, black-eyed Susans, various types of sunflowers, grass seed heads, Monarch and Sulphur butterflies -- but there are also many touches of pink and purple, especially if you look closely. <br />
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Alfie and I had a long ramble in the prairie today. First we tramped around the wetland area. Despite the lack of rain the last couple of months, the wetland was full and wet. Enormous frogs hopped further into the water as we passed by. I would have taken some pictures, but I didn't have my long lens, and I do NOT get close to frogs. I am creeped out by frogs and toads ever since as a young teenager I accidentally squashed a toad while wearing thin-soled house shoes. Ugh, even thinking about it gives me the heebie jeebies.<br />
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Near the wetland, we saw something nicer than frogs: fun little flowers called Blue (or Swamp) Vervain and Pink Lady's Thumb.<br />
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After getting our fill of the wetland area, Alfie and I crossed over to the dog portion of the prairie where he could run off leash and sniff and explore to his heart's content. While he nosed into holes, the creek, and a neighboring cornfield, I found additional pink and purple flowers.<br />
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The bluish-purple wild bee balm was beginning to fade, but there were still enough blossoms to feed a hungry Monarch butterfly.</div>
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-40308160680846430312015-08-17T11:16:00.000-05:002015-08-17T11:16:00.968-05:00Louise's Basket<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I really don't buy much in the way of home goods these days, honest. But this weekend, we passed by a group of three little antique shops in Starks, Illinois, a crossroads near Huntley. The husband has a particular fondness for a couple of these shops because in the past he has found vintage hand tools there, notably several hand drills which he cleaned up, oiled, and gave to our kids. He's currently on the lookout for some kind of tool thing, I can't remember what, so we stopped. My favorite of the three shops is called Rose and Rooster or Rooster and Rose, some such name that sounds like a British pub. It is a tiny little shop that is packed and stacked to the point that I always walk carefully through, clutching my purse to my side to prevent knocking something off. I think I always buy something there, so it's lucky I don't go very often. My latest find: a small picnic basket.<br />
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The shape and style first caught my eye; it's so much like the baskets my mother-in-law used to buy. Then, the surprise inside: it still has its grid which provides a protected space for a pie or other delicate item to fit on the bottom.<br />
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What clinched the sale, however, was the handwritten name on the front and inside of the basket.<br />
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Louise Gerhardt had written her name and the name of her small Illinois town on the basket. While I have no connection to this family or even the name Louise, the personal touch of the hand printed name just grabbed me. Baskets like this date from the 1940s according to an article I saw online. I imagine Mrs.Gerhardt taking this to a church supper and making dead sure she got her basket back. She lived in a town not too far from us. I Googled her name and town (the husband said he knew I would), and found that she was born in 1899 and died in 1978. She and her husband are buried in a town in the southern part of the county.<br />
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I found some very similar baskets for sale online -- one for $58 and one for $72. Want to know how much I paid? $12.76 including tax. I call that a deal. It needs some cleaning up, but I love my new/old picnic basket. Thanks, Mrs. Gerhardt, I'll treasure your basket, and if I take it anywhere, I'll make dead sure I get it back.<br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-31414567885609631902015-08-14T10:34:00.000-05:002015-08-14T10:34:31.970-05:00Yikes! Where Did Summer Go?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I know it's still summer, still warm and humid here in northern Illinois, but I'm feeling like summer is beginning to wind down and fall will be here before I know it. One indication of a looming autumn is my garden. The last daylily bloomed this week. The late summer surprise lilies are still in bloom, but already beginning to fade.<br />
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My garden gets bedraggled in August. Asters: I think asters might be an answer. There used to be an older lady, Eve, in our neighborhood who grew gorgeous purple and pink asters along her parkway. Her yard was a cheery sight as the dog days of summer faded away. Once her husband caught someone picking the flowers! I guess the woman thought the parkway was public property. Sadly, Eve is gone and so are her asters.<br />
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My summer has been busy; I've been<br />
working, visiting family, and crocheting.<br />
Right now I'm making some retro-y pillow<br />
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In the meantime, I can show you a Queen Ann's<br />
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Christmas (Cascade Yarns Baby Alpaca<br />
Chunky Paints), which worked up beautifully.<br />
Maybe the fall colors of the yarn are what make<br />
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These autumn colors and the fallen leaves I've<br />
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Hope you're enjoying whatever season you're in!<br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-10628393675085914622015-07-07T09:42:00.000-05:002015-07-07T09:42:05.335-05:00Beans, a Bathroom, and a Beetle for Good Measure<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What do you get when you mix garbanzo beans, a bathroom renovation, and a red beetle? A post about my summer. Here it is, already July. The summer is flying by. Summer is the time we do a lot of grilling and I begin to crave salads. Yesterday, I finished up a bowl of <a href="http://sweetposydreams.blogspot.com/2014/08/got-parsley.html" target="_blank">tabouli </a>at lunch and immediately wondered what kind of salad I could concoct for dinner (without a trip to the store). Answer -- garbanzo, tomato, basil. Yum.<br />
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In other news, we spent nine days last month at our daughter's house continuing the bathroom remodel. We worked probably eight hours a day, but we were really down to the wire at the end. The husband was grouting the tiled walls the Saturday she and I moved her furniture in. Fortunately, the plumber came promptly the following Monday to hook up the faucets, etc. <br />
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There is still work to do -- priming and painting and some trim work -- but the hard work is all finished. New cement board and drywall, tile floor and walls (hard to see here, but there is white subway tile up about four feet and all the way to the ceiling around the tub), new sink and medicine cabinet, new wood trim around door and window and a new bifold door. The old door opened in and hit the sink. It had to be closed in order to wash one's hands. Not ideal. We had hoped to install a sliding door, but the walls were not large enough to accommodate one.<br />
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I think it turned out pretty well. But about that floor . . . . The one-inch hexagon tiles come on a mesh sheet to make application easier. The trouble is, the design has a lot more black in it than what you see here. "Too busy. Too much black." So the daughter pulled off about thirteen black tiles for every square foot of tile. That meant that when laying it (while the daughter was conveniently away at work), we had to hand insert white tiles in the wet mortar. Tedious. Then when grouting, some of the hand-inserted white tiles shifted or even came loose. A nightmare. As long as no one looks too closely, however, it looks fine. As I told the daughter, we weren't charging her for labor, and you get what you pay for.<br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-51079900332945437322015-05-31T12:01:00.000-05:002015-05-31T12:01:49.121-05:00What I've Learned in May<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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On this last day of May, I've been thinking about all the things I've learned this month.<br />
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Early in the month, I learned that I am not a hang-tough-and-fight girl, at least when it comes to illness. The husband and I both came down with some kind of virus. The only symptoms were a cough and extreme fatigue. It was the fatigue that got me. I hadn't been sick in several years, not even a cold, and I was NOT a trouper. I just wanted to lie down and die. I realized that if I had a serious terminal illness, after I died no one would say I had fought a courageous battle. They would have to say, "She just lay down on her couch and gave up."<br />
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I learned anew that nature is red in tooth and claw. You may remember last year when I rhapsodized about our little <a href="http://sweetposydreams.blogspot.com/2014/06/what-happened-while-we-were-away-or.html" target="_blank">robin fledglings</a>. The robins returned this year and built a nest in the same spot on top of the bat house. I kept anxious watch and soon spied three tiny heads. Then one day, I was standing in the yard and I heard a tremendous squawking. I looked up and saw two adult robins chasing a hawk away from the nest. The hawk had come in like a silent assassin. I never heard a thing until it was too late. Sadly, all three baby robins were gone. <br />
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There is a robin sitting on a new nest nearby, however, so maybe the same robins rebuilt and are trying again. This nest is on the house; I hope it is more protected from hungry hawks.<br />
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I also learned that time, like birds, really can fly. Our youngest starts his first grown-up job tomorrow. He has essentially forbidden me to mention him in my blog, so I can't reveal much, but we are pleased and excited for him. Our other child, our daughter, closed on a house this month on her 26th birthday.<br />
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It's a little cottage not far from the library where she heads up youth services. It's a darling house and, with a little work, will be quite charming. But here's the thing: I'm pretty sure this new homeowner was in kindergarten only a couple of years ago. When I think about my kids, it's like a movie with flashbacks and flashforwards. They are toddlers, then -- whoosh -- they are adults with paychecks and mortgages. <br />
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Related to the passage of time and the daughter's house, I learned that I am not as young as I once was. Of course, everyone knows that's true, but a little physical home rehab work makes it all the more obvious. The husband and I have done a lot of rehab work over the years -- tearing out plaster and carpet, building walls, stripping woodwork and wallpaper, endless painting, etc., etc. Much of that, however, was done when we were in our salad days. I spent about ten days at our daughter's house this month, painting, ripping out a bathroom, and let's just say: my salad days have wilted.<br />
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We made good progress. We got the bathroom down to the studs and subfloor. The bathroom looks like tile in the pictures, but it was fake tile hardboard. Around the tub, the hardboard was covered with <i><b>another </b></i>surface! We repaired and filled woodwork and repainted the larger bedroom (pink with white trim!). In the bedroom, I re-learned another lesson. Knotty pine must be primed with shellac-based primer. Kilz does NOT cover knots. I <i><b>knew </b></i>that, but was stupid and didn't think it through. So now her sloping pine ceiling has four coats of paint -- Kilz, paint, Zinsser BIN, paint. Whew!<br />
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Finally in May, I learned that a climbing hydrangea is worth waiting years for. I planted a hydrangea vine quite some years ago, more than five for sure. Last year I had one bloom and was very pleased. This year, it exploded. Absolutely worth the wait!<br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-21823867948394395492015-04-19T11:53:00.001-05:002015-05-31T12:43:40.211-05:00Trying Some New Recipes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In my ongoing quest to shake up the menus around here, I recently tried a couple of new recipes. One is a soup that appeared in the March 2015 issue of Country Living. It's a lemony chicken orzo soup. Since I love Panera Bread's version, I figured it was well worth a try. <br />
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It's light, yet filling. The fresh dill adds a nice touch. You can find the recipe on the Country Living site <a href="http://www.countryliving.com/food-drinks/recipes/a190/lemony-chicken-dill-soup-recipe-clx0315/" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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An even better success was a scrumptious mini chocolate chip Bundt cake. It was a big hit with me and our son. I found this recipe in one of those compilation fundraiser cookbooks -- love those.<br />
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My cake stuck to the pan a little bit, as you can see in the photo below. The topping is put in the pan first, and is maybe a little too buttery. Tastes great, but leaves the fingers a little greasy if eating out of hand.<br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-55769520766634881952015-04-11T12:00:00.000-05:002015-04-11T12:00:26.331-05:00Signs of Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Spring, in all its fickle glory, has arrived in northern Illinois. The earth is slowly coming back to life after our long, snowy winter. Spring flowers are beginning to bloom, trees are budding, and the grass is greening up. Despite the general greening, there are still dead leaves hanging around from last fall, which drive me crazy. You'll see some in the picture below. We rake multiple times in the fall, and I have been raking and hand gathering leaves for two weeks, and they just keep appearing. Maybe once we mow the grass, the remaining leaves will be gone.<br />
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I love spring. It's such a joy to be back in the garden. One of my favorite things in our spring yard is the carpet of blue flowers under the hackberry tree. They are quite common in our neighborhood, and I believe they are Siberian squill. Whatever they are, I adore them.<br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-24934452307425482882015-04-03T10:46:00.000-05:002015-04-03T10:46:00.790-05:00A Tale of Two Shrimp<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We love seafood here at the Sweet Posy house. Shrimp is one of my favorites (and clams, and trout, and salmon; okay, okay, I'll stop). This is a tale of two shrimp dishes.<br />
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Our son gave me a wonderful cookbook for Christmas, <i>The Skinnytaste Cookbook</i> by Gina Homolka. (Homolka also writes a blog which you can find <a href="http://www.skinnytaste.com/" target="_blank">here</a>.) We've been trying lots of fabulous, healthy entrees from the book. Almost everything we've tried has been a hit except the Silky Chocolate Cream Pie, not a fan of that one. One of my favorite recipes from the cookbook is <a href="http://www.skinnytaste.com/2010/03/cilantro-lime-shrimp.html" target="_blank">Cilantro Lime Shrimp</a>, which I have made several times. Recently when I pulled out a bag of frozen shrimp to thaw for dinner, my son expressed a little bit of boredom at the prospect of Cilantro Lime Shrimp <i><b>again</b></i>.<br />
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So I looked around online for another shrimp recipe and, since the weather had warmed up enough to grill, a grilled Cajun shrimp recipe sounded good to both of us. We served it over quinoa with grilled vegetables, and it turned out beautifully. Beautiful to look at, that is.<br />
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I like fairly spicy food, but this was so spicy hot that my lips tingled for at least half an hour after dinner! Yikes! I didn't save the recipe, so I can't link to it, but as I recall it contained three tablespoons of Cajun seasoning for two pounds of shrimp. (I use a homemade version of Emeril Essence.) I know we reduced the seasoning a bit, but whatever it was, it was WAY too much. I couldn't face peppery food for days afterward.<br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-65616459806300798812015-03-26T16:28:00.000-05:002016-01-25T08:29:04.376-06:00Kitchen Refresh or What Goes Around Comes Around<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When we bought our house twenty years ago, the kitchen was <i><b>not </b></i>one of its selling points. If we were to list it for sale tomorrow, the kitchen still would <i><b>not </b></i>be a selling point. It is a small kitchen with three doorways and three windows, so there's not much room for actual kitchen. When we moved in, the kitchen had white painted cabinets and woodwork, a marvelous marble counter, yellow checked wallpaper, a wall-mounted farmhouse sink with attached drainboard (no dishwasher), an old linoleum floor, a gas stove in the middle of the room (if the oven door was open, it blocked the walkway in and out of the room), and a smallish avocado green refrigerator next door in the butler's pantry.<br />
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The first improvement was to have the stove turned so that the oven door wouldn't be a danger to our two small children if they came running into the kitchen at the wrong moment. After a couple of years, I had an architect acquaintance come over to give us some ideas of what we could do to improve the layout. Knowing we had a moderate budget and couldn't add on, he was pretty much stumped. After much thought (literally it took us several <i><b>years </b></i>to think of what to do), we finally had an aha moment. We relocated the pantry doorway from the kitchen to the butler's pantry. So the refrigerator was able to move from the butler's pantry into the actual kitchen. Hooray! We also extended the wall maybe three feet or so to make it one flat wall instead of a jig-jog. <br />
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We had a cabinetmaker make cabinets for the new wall and also for the sink area. We removed the farmhouse sink -- it was cool, but there was no way to put a dishwasher under it -- and installed a new cabinet there with a deep sink and a dishwasher. Another hooray. We did save the old wall-mounted Chicago faucet, which I love. We stripped all the woodwork and cabinet boxes and had inset yellow pine doors made for the existing cabinets. We were unwilling to replace the main original cabinet because of the old marble counter. We feared breaking it if it were removed. Yellow pine was chosen to match the existing woodwork. We uncovered the old pine floor, which we sanded and refinished. I found a fun graphic chicken wire wallpaper for above and we hired a friend to install white subway tile below the molding throughout the room. Not knowing what to do with the new counter by the sink (marble seemed pricey and also hard to match the original piece), we decided to have it tiled also.<br />
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So the kitchen was refreshed. But mistakes were made. Yes, mistakes were made. The pine floor didn't last long at all. It was too fragile and chippy and hard to clean. An easy-to-mop vinyl soon covered the floor. Now fifteen years later, we finally have gotten around to correcting some of the other mistakes. Granted, those mistakes weren't obvious for several years. Like the warping of the pine doors. Like how hard it is to keep a tile counter clean (grout lines!). <br />
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From a distance, even after fifteen years, our kitchen didn't look bad. It was in keeping with the style of the house and all that.<br />
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Still, I was ready for a change -- an improvement. The timing was right: Our son has been home <br />
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since graduating college in December, so I had a willing and competent helper. First, he built all new plywood doors. We elected to go with overlay doors this time to (we hope!) eliminate the risk of warping. He also built three new drawers to replace the original ones seen in the picture above. They had no slides, just wood on wood, and I frequently had to clean sawdust out of the lower drawers.<br />
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Though I was sad to see it go, we stripped off the chicken wire wallpaper. It was old and needed to be removed. We sanded the finish off the cabinets and primed and painted the cabinets and doors. I was pretty set on the type of paint for the cabinets, Sherwin-Williams ProClassic water-based acrylic-alkyd, because I wanted something durable. There was a lot of agonizing, however, over paint colors. I painted samples on boards and foam core and we moved them around the room for a couple of days. Finally, we decided it wasn't going to matter too much between three shades of very similar white for the cabinets and just picked one (Westhighland White). The walls were painted with Behr Marquee in Studio Clay. The Dutch door got a coat of Valspar Reserve color matched to Behr Winter in Paris. We left all the trim natural wood. </div>
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We replaced the old brass hardware with nickel hinges and handles. After some debate and online research, we decided to tear off the tile countertop and replace it with butcher block, which we sealed with Waterlox. We found some butcher block at a reasonable price and it is very DIY friendly. I also decided to leave the doors off the large wall cabinet, and so far, I'm really liking the openness and ease of grabbing a plate or a spice jar. Overall, I'm very pleased. In a perfect world (i.e., one with unlimited funds), we would also have replaced the white appliances with stainless steel, but that definitely wasn't in the budget. For a relatively modest sum, I have an updated kitchen that is fresh and bright. And we're back to white painted cabinets. What goes around comes around I guess.</div>
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-76187687171633002912015-03-23T15:34:00.000-05:002015-03-23T15:34:11.329-05:00Llama Llama, But No Red Pajamas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm not dead, but I sure have been MIA from blogland for a while. I've had ideas for posts and even taken some photos, but haven't had the time to actually get it done. But then, I met a llama, and I wanted to share it with you.<br />
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We were over in Iowa this weekend and stopped at the Overland store in Fairfield. If you haven't heard of Overland, it's a wonderful (though pricey) store that specializes in sheepskin. Fairfield is the headquarters, but there are sixteen stores altogether. I was looking for a sheepskin for my office chair, and I found a lovely taupe one that is so luxurious, I feel quite spoiled. <br />
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But more fun than the store itself is the llama herd that lives out back. It was a warm-ish, sunny day, and the whole herd was out in the fields. Luckily, there were a couple of sweetie pies up near the fence.<br />
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As my son was snapping this with his phone, he said, "Watch out," and in a couple of seconds, I felt llama lips in my hair. I don't know if it was thinking of taking a bite, but I didn't give it a chance! <br />
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Once before when I was at the Fairfield Overland, I talked to an employee about the company and the farm. She said the owners (I think it's a family-owned company) used to raise sheep and did much of the sewing in the barn that also houses the shop. When they quit raising sheep, they began to raise llamas. My daughter remembers the story as having something to do with llama meat, which never quite panned out. Regardless, they now have a large herd of llamas which I believe are pretty much just for fun. Certainly we had fun seeing them.</div>
Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-89689711035989057672014-10-15T12:05:00.000-05:002014-10-15T12:05:15.368-05:00Too Much Bacon? Oh, Clam Up!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yesterday was one of those cook-from-the-pantry days. It was gray and rainy, and I didn't want to go to the grocery store. I almost always have pasta and cans of chopped clams in my pantry, so linguine with clam sauce seemed to fill the bill. Clams are supposed to be high in protein, iron and other minerals, and B12. They are also low in fat. So what's the best way to take this healthy food and make it less healthy, but very, very tasty? Bacon! Ten slices of bacon! It's a lot of bacon, but too much? I'd say, just right.<br />
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Bacon and clam sauce is a special, yummy treat at our house. Even though I usually have the ingredients for this dish on hand (except for fresh parsley in the winter), I don't make it often because of all the bacon. We LOVE bacon, but it's not exactly health food, is it? How cool is it, though, that a special treat dish also happens to be one I can whip up when the fridge is kind of bare? In addition to the bacon, garlic and cayenne pepper give this dish a lot of flavor.<br />
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This recipe, with only slight modifications, comes from a great little soft cover cookbook called <i>All the Best Pasta Sauces</i> by Joie Warner. My copy is from 1987, but you can still get the book on Amazon, lots of used copies available too. It's a wonderful little book if you like pasta.<br />
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Sweet Posy Dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915541210527642552noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863830173943577763.post-71647801511360237072014-10-09T14:32:00.000-05:002014-10-09T14:34:56.506-05:00Target: "Anything You Can Do, We Can Do Cheaper"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Get outta town! Are you seeing what I'm seeing? Woven yarn baskets? I don't know whether to feel like I'm ahead of the curve for already having made <b>numerous</b> crocheted baskets myself or way behind the trend since Target has already reduced the price. $15.99. It's tough to buy the yarn that cheaply. I'll confess: the air went out of my balloon a bit. Just last week I was feeling accomplished and cool as I finished the daughter's requested set of nesting baskets. Now I see that they need to be moved to the clearance bin. Sigh.<br />
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In addition to finishing up the nesting baskets, I began crocheting a lace scarf with some of the Serenity Garden yarn I showed in my last post. I'm using the Strawberry Lace pattern from the <i>Crochet Noro</i> book. It's slow going and I'm not sure I love it, but I'll be able to tell better once it's finished and blocked. <br />
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Fall is arriving here in northern Illinois. Beautiful cool weather and blue skies today. Perfect. We even had clear skies for that fabulous blood moon on Wednesday morning. We couldn't see it at the house because of all the trees, but when we went for our walk around 5:45 (a little earlier than usual), the moon was in its glory. We felt lucky to get to see it.<br />
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Fall also means the end of summer vegetables. The husband stopped by a farm stand earlier this week, however, and loaded up on some beautiful zucchini and sweet peppers. I roasted the lot with russet potatoes and chicken, all tossed in olive oil, garlic, and lots of fresh rosemary. A feast! I only have a before picture because we were too eager to eat to snap any shots after it came out of the oven.<br />
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So that's what I've been up to lately. I hope early fall is colorful and peaceful at your house, too. Just be very careful which aisles you walk down in Target. Don't let your handcrafted balloon burst.<br />
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