Cherry Saturday, December 9, 2017

Today is International Anti-Corruption Day.  Yes, the irony is strong in this one.  It’s also Vet Day, Pastry Day, and Christmas Card Day.  Any of those are better.  Which means I should take my dogs to the vet, give them cookies, and then write my Christmas cards,  

But it’s going to snow and I have a lot of work to do, so maybe just the cookies.  Although I did get a great “Do Not Bend” rubber stamp for my fancy-schmancy Christmas cards.  Hmmm . . . 

 

25 thoughts on “Cherry Saturday, December 9, 2017

  1. I’m writing recipes for my nephew – mostly mine (he and his sister are under the endearing illusion that I’m a good cook), plus some of Mum’s and even a couple of my grandmothers’. Do hope he meant it when he said he wanted me to do him a recipe book as I had for his sister. It takes a ridiculously long time to copy things by hand.

    Christmas cards are also pressing. But today was a bonus extra, since snow meant the photography group was cancelled.

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    1. I just swept snow off my walk while it was falling because I have learned that sweeping the walk three times during a snow storm is less work than shoveling once.
      And I’ll have to go out again anyway because Milton left his teddy bear in the yard. He carries a stuffed animal out ever time he goes, drops it, and then goes to explore other things. I carry the stuffed animal back inside. Lather, rinse, repeat.

      But a handwritten recipe book from a favorite aunt full of good memory food? Priceless.

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      1. Thanks, Jenny. I’m sure he will appreciate it – and it’s reminding me of good times making the various dishes for friends and family.

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  2. Closest I come to cookie-making today is pickling cocktail onions for gin Gibson Martinis and doing up a brandied fig-orange-cranberry compote. Because of norovirus, we delayed Thanksgiving until this Sunday. House is bestrewed in deco, so I’ll write a few cards this afternoon. Bad vet in town just closed down, and the good vet who worked for him went across town to join practice with the remaining good vet. As far as I know, I’m not outstandingly corrupt, so I’ve got that handled too. And all Petey Dog’s toys are in from hiding in the garden.

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    1. I take the toy away from the little dog as we go out the door and leave it on the stair. On the other hand, if she finds some other dog’s toy, she is allowed to carry that one around for awhile.

      I’ve had to go back when she realizes she dropped the sacred hedgehog so the hedgehog stays in the house.

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  3. I save all the cards we receive throughout the year and go over them one more time and decide whether to keep or through out. I definitely keep pictures of family, laugh at the funny ones again, play the musical cards. I can’t really keep them all or I’d be a hoarder. Yesterday I bought my Christmas cards, today I started to make cookies. I’d like to try a new recipe hopefully with few ingredients, I’m lazy that way. Right now it’s snowing with about 1/2 inch so far on the railing on the porch, the street is wet with no buildup and just a covering on the lawn and sidewalks. It’s early yet. When my niece’s daughter (my grandniece?) got married her maid of honor for her bridal shower had everyone e-mail her a favorite recipe so that they could be put together in a book. That’s another good way to keep favorites in the family.

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    1. When my MIL died we discovered that she kept every letter and card ever sent to her. And she tucked them in various places and mixed different years and people together. My SIL sent her a letter every week since my SIL went into nurses training at 18. My SIL was in her late 60’s when MIL died. SIL was thrilled to find this record of her life. Then she discovered that SIL NEVER dated the letters and they were saved in no particular order. After a frustrating week of trying to figure out what happened when, SIL threw them all away. And the moral of this is: Unless you yourself enjoy looking at them all the time, they are just clutter.

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      1. Except I found a collection of letters I’d written to Mum and Dad in my twenties, when I was in London (long-distance calls were expensive, and I didn’t have a phone for the first couple of years); and since I’d just had an idea for a novel based on my experience then, I’ve saved them to read when I get around to that project. They were a wonderful surprise.

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        1. I have old journals from my twenties, but those are sad. Took me until my forties to kick free of my childhood.

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      2. When we cleaned out my mother’s house, we found, among other things, the chatty letter I’d written her when I’d decided I was made about the man who is now my husband. That was one of those precious finds that made up for cancelled checks going back to, I kid you not, 1950.

        I think we’re going to start with Swedish Death Cleaning in the new year.

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        1. Swedish Death Cleaning? Oh my. I just googled it. Yeah, I could die tomorrow, and I don’t want my kids to have to wade through my junk. That kind of guilt is a bit more motivating than other kinds of guilt, at least for me.

          (-: It sounds like it should be a metal band with bubblers and squirty noises, though.

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      3. Maybe.

        I would love to find a collection like that. And the ordering should be easy enough once you read them through once or twice. I’ve done it with relatives’ photos three or four times now and you get in the swing of it.

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  4. No vet visits, Yay! Cookies, hmm, it’s a possibility but not today. Too tired to bake. Maybe we can just call it cookie week? Although, it’s actually pastry week. I have some Craftsy classes for pastry due to an obsession with the Great British Bake Off & the spinoffs. As for Christmas cards, the hubby writes an annual letter for us. This year it will likely be more of a New Year’s letter…

    Happy Saturday All!

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  5. Rum balls today. Yesterday I finished the annual donations and cards went out two days before. A despicable fault in my psyche makes these actions obsessions instead of fun times.

    So, I really enjoyed the Hogfather conversation. That’s been my fun stuff.

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  6. I was a facilitator at three-day summer camp. I didn’t take a towel. Do I lose my “hoopy frood” status?

    Also, I had a great time. I’m tired and have giant shoulder knots (shoulder boulders?) but I’m happy about a job well done.

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  7. (-: Not cookies, but I made my first cheeseball of the season. Didn’t have any ham, so I fried up some bacon, and I had to use colby instead of cheddar. And cheeseball, being the very forgiving and loving food of the season, was still delicious.

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