Thursday, November 22, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
I made two kinds of cranberry salad and a pumpkin roll. It’s all in the Twitter sidebar, just scroll down for the pictures.
Now I clean the kitchen, eat lunch, groom Maggie, and pack, and, and, and…..
Meanwhile, here are the recipes.
Frozen Cranberry Salad
I used Miss Daisy’s Recipe for Frozen Cherry Salad, substituting a can of whole cranberry sauce for the cherries. At V’s suggestion, I also added a can of drained mandarin oranges, put it in my really large loaf pan and into the freezer.
If you don’t have the extended loaf pan, you could make it in two loaf pans or a 9x13. Oh, I used a large can of crushed pineapple that I drained, not a small can. And yes, it’s yummy! Not as colorful as the cherry one, but very good!
Then I made the Killer Cranberry Salad that I posted a few days ago, I made it in a 9x9 square pan. Here’s the link again.
And finally the pumpkin roll
We’ve made it forever, it’s a family favorite. Here’s the link, Moms recipe is the same one Libby uses.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Okay people, I realize my stupid Grateful Journals are no longer funny, but this, this is funny! My sassy daughter-in-law, Lindsay, sent me this link this morning and I’m sitting here laughing so hard, I just had to share this!
Now, you all know that I’m a total Williams Sonoma groupie, but this just cracked me up!
So here’s an excerpt, and the link to read it, enjoy…
Williams-Sonoma says: "Baked by trappist monks at a monastery in the Missouri Ozarks. Order early. Supply is limited."
Notes from Drew: Everything about that sales copy just blew my skull. There are trappist monks in the Ozarks? Do they brew artisanal meth? I don't trust fruitcake to begin with. I sure as shit am not trusting fruitcake that comes from a redneck friar. They'll swap out uppers for candied fruit. And yet, supply is limited. Apparently, the market for $40 Ozark fruitcake is ENORMOUS. White women from Bridgehampton ALL THE WAY to Westhampton rely on the monks to deliver their holiday fruitcake every year. Ina Garten's ADORABLE HUSBAND JEFFREY WHO MAKES A LOT OF MONEY loves the sight of a fine white-trash-monk fruitcake any time he comes home. TIE IT UP WITH THE TWINE!