Monday, September 29, 2008
Smells like Christmas (sort of)
Tonight I was baking some peanut blossoms and finished a jar of peanut butter in the process. I barely had any left in the jar at all so I gave the jar to Chloe. It entertained her for about an hour. Mmmmm..... peanut butter. I feel the same way.
I am meeting with my AVID team on Thursday and since we always meet at lunch, I bake something different (a treat) every time. If for nothing else, they show up for the food. I found a peanut blossom recipe in my Pampered Chef Desserts cookbook but I also found my Grandmom's recipe (which she got from my Mom's Nanny Schroeder). Since I had the ingredients for the Pampered Chef one already, I just doctored their recipe with some hints from Grandmom (and Nanny). Not only did the kitchen (and whole apartment) smell good, but biting into one that broke in half (by accident, I promise) it just reminded me of the holidays.
In the process of transferring the cookies to the fridge, I must have dropped one because I noticed a streak of chocolate on the floor and Chloe gulping something in the living room. I was then reminded of the Christmas that Dolly, our fat yellow lab, ate an entire tray of cookies and a chocolate train (out of the wrapper) while we were at church and lived to get in trouble for it. That dog had a stomach of steel, however.
Anyway, we are on the lookout for an off-season bandana for Chloe. After the Mets ended their season yesterday, Keeper and I headed to Chase Field to catch the second half of the D'backs-Rockies game. I never thought I would cheer for Randy Johnson after he went to the Yankees (and we saw him get lit up by the Mets during a Mets-Yankees game), but now he's back in Arizona in his old age and it was kind of fun seeing him get his 295th win. Regardless, Chloe needs something new to wear from now until April. Any suggestions?
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We were just talking tonight about Dolly! Mom was telling stories about the time Dolly got fleas (after a "vacation" at Grandma's farm we think) and she had to get an exterminator to bomb the house. I love the picture of Chloe and the peanut butter jar.
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