Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Recently . . .

What's going on?

This . . .

  • Deer--does and bucks and babies. Some to close to the road and some in a field. Some running, some eating and some watching.
  • Fenis--the red-tailed hawk.
  • Woody, our woodpecker. Did you know they bang their heads upwards to 10,000 times a day? Ouch!
  • A cat flushing the toilet, fascinated with the swirling water.
  • Our blind horse, frisky in the cold air, kicking her legs high.
  • Leaves blowing in the wind.
  • Mist on my hills and valleys.
  • Love in hubby's eyes. Patience, too.
  • a bountiful table of food prepared by a friend.




and this:

  • Wind blowing in the treetops.
  • Cats meowing for attention.
  • Taffy growling cause she's jealous.
  • Rain slashing through the air.
  • A horn blowing.
  • Laughter and excitement, over a phone line, from a sucessful (menteed) writer! Yeah!
  • Surprise on the face of a child.
  • Satisfaction on the face of a friend.


And . . .

  • On a tape, a well-written story.
  • A picture of a child I love.
  • The scent of apples and oranges.
  • The scent of my favorite candles.
  • The words, "the end."
  • Praise for a novel of mine.
  • Happy emails from a friend.
  • Hugs and encouragement from friends



Quote:
You must look into other people as well as at them. Lord Chesterfield



It'll be here before we know it. Thanksgiving, that is. Here are few hints, in case. . .
No buttermilk? Use plain yogurt or thinned sour cream or crème fraîche instead. Or add 1 tablespoon lemon juice or white vinegar to 1 cup milk and let stand 5 minutes.

No dry bread crumbs? Just get some bread, tear it up into small chunks, saute in a skillet with a little butter until browned.

No cornstarch? For every 1 tablespoon of cornstarch, use 1 tablespoon arrowroot or 1 tablespoon potato flour or potato starch or 2 1/2 tablespoons flour.



Blessings!

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