Tall Tales from Kansas

how to smile like a proper elf

Chief among all the things I love most about this time of year are these.

And these, and these, and these.

When you can get them at a place where you can also have a rendevous with a frisky feline, well that's a bonus.

Available greenery for your front porch fountain too?  Bonus on top of bonus.  

When I spotted the elf in the greenhouse I thought I was hallucinating.  Until she spoke.  She clearly got an A+ in the "How to Smile Like a Proper Elf" portion of her training.

Here is the poinsettia we selected.  It's a "Noel Red".

This one did not come home with me.

But we have several future dates planned.  Thanks Pendleton's Market for another year of great produce, plants, flowers, butterflies, pumpkins, kitty petting, and all around good times. 

sugarplums did dance in my head while I slept

If you are not a girl between the ages of 5 and 12, you may not love what I am going to show you today.  But then again, even I can look back and imagine how it would be to walk in to J'adore in Brookside and see this at that age.

Heck, I think it's pretty spectacular at the tail end of my 50's.  

Colorful, sparkly, bright, and happy.  I could pull up a chair and just sit for hours.

Maybe sip on some hot cocoa and nibble on a shortbread cookie, while waiting for Santa and his elves.

Oh the sheer delight of all that pink!

This is one of my Kansas City favorites at Christmas time.  I highly recommend a visit if you live in the area.  When you get done inside, skip across the street to Heirloom Bakery and Hearth.

You might need a cookie while you sit down and let all you have just seen sink in.  

Or you might do what I did and get a big bowl of curry vegetable soup and a kale squash feta scone.  And then I drove home and took the most pleasant of naps.  And yes, sugarplums DID dance in my head while I slept.  

when these big guys clip-clopped by

The Old Fashioned Christmas parade happened on Saturday, in spite of the rain.  

It didn't stop the festivities.

But it did make for lots of umbrellas.

And other sorts of shelter.  It's important to make do, when you have to.  

Victor was not deterred by rain overhead or underfoot as he proclaimed "They're COMING!"

Little Miss Red Coat, was also in the "fie on rain" camp and let nothing interfere with her festive look.    

There is something very special about this parade. Low tech. Nostalgic.  

You could feel the street vibrate when these big guys clip-clopped by.  

Chris and I decided that babies and little doggies had the best seats in the house this year.  

When the umbrellas went up and stayed up, about 30 minutes into the festivities, I told Chris my eyes had seen a sufficient number of horses.  Which was code for "I'm ready to go".  Which he of course immediately understood.  I like it when my date knows when I am ready for coffee, oatmeal, and a fireplace.    

in order to render a thoughtful, complete, review

This year's turkey day hike was the BEST. Mid 50's for temps, sunny, breezes, we did not get lost, no one sprained and ankle, and we got home in time for Chris to get the turkey out of the oven.

But I am getting ahead of myself.   

Coffee and a leisurely setting of the table is how things started out for me, while Chris tended to turkey duties. Then we slipped on our jackets/vests and headed out of doors.  

Getting out for a walk before dinner is my favorite part of Thanksgiving day. Taking a break from the kitchen chores before everyone arrives sets a good tone for the day.  Not to mention the appetite building.  

It wasn't a long hike.  Just a few miles.  Enough to be able to pay proper homage to the Thanksgiving day pies prepared by Ann without worrying about caloric intake.

My personal favorite was the pecan/pumpkin, followed closely by the regular pumpkin, but let's not forget the apple with a hint of lemon that was also divine.  I had to have some of each in order to render a thoughtful, complete, review.  If someone is going to go to this much work on dessert, it's the least I can do. 

as we thought about Ray and Chas

Chris and I went downtown today for the Veterans Day parade.
 

Things got started off with a fly-over.  No matter how many times I see one, I am always simultaneously impressed and choked up.  

There were people walking and riding and smiling and waving.  

 Mostly we wanted to show our respect and gratitude as we thought about Ray and Chas (our Dads) on this 100th anniversary of Armistice day.  

ready to see a unicorn on my porch

Banners are hung.  Pumpkins are out.  Front porch light is on.  Kit-Kats, Snickers, and M&M's are ready to be handed out.

Hurry up kids!  I am ready to see a unicorn on my porch.  

Or maybe a ballerina, or Spiderman, or a robot.  I am not picky.  

We are equal opportunity candy hander-outers here.  

I searched all over the bag of candy corn and could find no similar claim

If you haven't done it yet.  It's high time.

To mix yourself up a batch of Halloween goodness.  

Brother called the other day so we could discuss the ratio of peanuts to candy corn.

We like to discuss important culinary matters like this in the Moss family.  

I'll tell you what I told him.  That is a personal preference, but mine is a 2:1 mix of peanuts to candy corn.

What is not negotiable, in my book, is buying some off brand of peanuts or candy corn.  And by the way, did you notice in photo #1 that right on the front of the peanut can it says they are "heart healthy"?

I searched all over the bag of candy corn and could find no similar claim. No matter.  It's Halloween.

Now that you have been provided with all the details, go forth and mix.  And eat.  And smile.  Boo!

"...well you have the chin of a nun"

It's been a tranquil, lazy, Labor Day weekend here at our house.  Full of things like using color wheels, taking walks, setting the table for dinner guests, and putting a vase of zinnias on every surface in the house.

An extra day for piddling around seems like the most luxurious of gifts.  We drank an excellent bottle of wine and ate peach cobbler accompanied by velvety smooth sips of Irish Cream.  

I also had a wild and crazy dream about being in an art/craft store with Sister and Pam, trying to find some kind of stencil that was simply not to be had, and then almost getting into a fight with a 47 year old lady with a red face and a pony tail who thought the three of us were nuns and when I told her I had been married for 37 years she said "well you have the chin of a nun".   If you are an analyzer of dreams, do tell me what that could possibly mean.  

she loved bachelor's buttons

Happy Mothers day to all my favorite mothers out there.  You know who you are. 

This little bouquet at the market was a special hello to me from Angie. 

She loved bachelor's buttons (aka centaurea cyanus and cornflowers).  I have a vivid memory of her coming to help me plant flowers at the very first house we bought in Lawrence in 1985.  We planted some of them on the side of the house.  Afterwards we sat on the steps out front. We were hot, tired, and immensely satisfied with our work.

The fact that these came in a tall mason jar and had anemone's tucked in alongside was a bonus.

We often (as in almost always) need several bouquets at Tall Tales headquarters.  Because we can, so we should.   I told Chris the other day that since I am now 59 years old he should "expect to hear a lot of wisdom coming out of this pie hole".   The necessity to purchase multiple bouquets at the farmers market is one such example. 

with a side of leftover salty ham

Happy Easter from Tall Tales Headquarters here in Lawrence Kansas.

Where, despite the sleet and snow and the loss of the Jayhawks last night, we are moving ahead with tradition.

Which means that Chris is making orange marmalade glazed ham and borsin potatoes and I am setting the table and in charge of the asparagus. 

I did not forget the bunny napkins.  I think we will use them all month in an effort to bring Spring to mind in spirit.  I am happy to report my chest cold/sore throat has left.  Unfortunately it left a head cold/drippy nose in it's place.  I have resorted to bourbon and multiple one hour naps during the day to drive the last of the illness off.  For some reason, I believe that I am immune to all illness and am always caught off guard when I am forced to realize that I am, after all, a mere mortal and subject to ails and infirmities. 

Next step after hot tea, advil, sunshine, flowers, massage, naps, and bourbon is lots and lots of jelly beans.   

With a side of leftover salty ham. 

 

becaus he knows I have a sweet tooth the size of North America

I know it's too late for you to drive over to Lawrence and get these candles for your Valentine dinner table, but aren't they superb?  We love everything about Waxman Candles.  

I myself, went all out for the occasion and baked a cake.

The recipe is from Smitten Kitchen's new cookbook.  I can get behind a simple, delicious, one layer cake for a household of 2 who can't eat a big family sized cake!

After ascertaining that my Valentine wanted a vanilla cake with buttercream frosting, I assembled supplies. 

I even sifted the powdered sugar and used waxed paper to keep the cake stand neat while frosting. 

Nothing is too much work for Chris.  Who actually really doesn't love desserts, but tolerates them because he knows I have a sweet tooth the size of North America.

Happily, since his birthday is February 11th, he gets plain red sugar on the top of the cake for the birthday, and hearts added for Valentines day. 

We are very practical people around here.  

it looks like a big Valentine to me

Signs of the approach of the feast of Saint Valentine abound.    

While I was taking in all the pretty windows downtown, I went looking at Stitch on Needlework Shop to see if they had a Valentine themed Lori Mitchell character.  To add to my "collection".  As you see below, I did not leave empty handed.

Seriously, look at that hair.  You would have had to have her too. 

When I saw these postcards, I decided to make up for not sending Christmas cards by dropping a few love notes in the mail.   

I did not buy any bags of candy, but I appreciated them. 

The lovely pink sunset the other night has not a thing to do with February 14th, except it looks like a big Valentine to me. 

And it was completely free.  And it made me catch my breath.  And if I could bottle it up and send it to you I would.  As it is, the photo will have to do. 

 

holding a steaming cup between your hands and inhaling deeply as part of the ritual

If you run across some of this as you are shopping for your valentine, you might want to snap it up. 

It's surprisingly tasty.  Surprising as in how good can chocolate tea really be?  I am an Earl Gray, Bergamot, English Breakfast, Chamomile, kind of tea person... thought lately I am heavy into a peach/ginger blend as well as a lovely coconut brew.  I am also currently investigating the healing properties of turmeric tea, but I digress.  Suffice it to say that this tea is exceedingly nice to sip on.  Holding a steaming cup between your hands and inhaling deeply as part of the ritual takes it right over the top.  Better be sure and get a little tin for yourself.  I did.  

slow, lazy, sweet

It's back to work tomorrow for me.  The last 4 days have flown by.  But I was making a movie in my mind as the moments clicked by.  The highlight reel includes but is not limited to the following:

Dottie sending me a photo of Angie giving me a Christmas kiss back in 2013.  Talking to Louise about being a bride on a farm in Kansas after World War II ... there was no indoor bathroom.  Eating Sean and Andrea's cabbage rolls.  Mary giving Morgan great-aunt Alice's engagement ring that she had made into a necklace.   Eleanor being excited to give everyone her handmade ornaments.  Talking to brother on the phone about our pumpkin pie recipes.  Charlie Orrico telling me "Merry Christmas sweetheart".  Poached eggs on english muffins with bacon on Christmas morning.  Chris surprising me with some cookbooks he knew I would want.  Sean giving his father and Chris giant wrapped boxes that contained Nerf Super Blasters.  To relive that Christmas when they got the "Johnny 7 OMA".  The gift that will live in infamy.

Slow.  Lazy.  Sweet.  Talk of an upcoming wedding.  Hugs all around.  Much to be grateful for.  

not your traditional Christmas movie but oh it’s good

Overnight a dusting of snow.  Perfect for a Christmas Eve early morning walk.

Then it was home to make a deep dish pumpkin pie with fresh ginger, yams, and heavy cream.

This is my “go to” pumpkin pie recipe.

 Deeply rich and flavorful without being overly spicy.  It also has a smooth creamy texture.  

The crust is not a thing of beauty but it contains the filling perfectly and is not soggy.

I will be ready for a piece while we are watching Seven Brides For Seven Brother’s tonight.  It’s not your traditional Christmas movie but oh it’s good.  

I hope you are cozy and warm tonight.  Wherever you are.  Whomever you are with.  Whatever you are doing.   

if you bring frosted sugar cookies to work

This.  This right here.  This is the meaning of Christmas. 

Call me shallow, call me real, call me a sugar cookie lover.

Call me anything you want if you bring frosted sugar cookies to work.  If they are bite-sized and made by one of my favorite  mother/daughter duos.  Well that’s all the better.  I gave Blake (pictured behind Nancy and looking innocent) fair warning that I would be monitoring how many cookies he ate to be sure he didn’t get more than me.  Let’s face it, when frosted sugar cookies are involved we all revert to our childhood. Where siblings fight over who gets the most.

the genius behind all the handmade, home-grown, products

The Holiday Farmers market was today in Lawrence, and it was splendid.

Decorations, produce, gift ideas, and tempting treats.  It was all there.

I fell in love with the chickens at DoGood Farms and getting to meet the genius behind all the handmade, home-grown, products is something I enjoy about this annual event.

These iced molasses cookies caught my eye and I brought one home for dessert tonight.  Crunchy outside, chewy centers, just the way I like them.

More garlands for the tree on the front porch were also procured.  It is simply not possible for me to walk by any kind of garland without partaking.  

hat's off to the organizers of this event

Today, under overcast skies, we made our way downtown for the Veterans Day parade. 

I did my best to keep a stiff upper lip, but confess to some tearful moments. 

Our dad was in the Air Force, and we moved all over the world growing up. 

We changed schools regularly, and learned to make new friends quickly. 

It was a good way to learn about life.  And the world. 

There were veterans from all branches of the service marching or riding today. 

My hats off to the organizer of this event.  It's the first time since 1968 there had been a parade in honor of Veterans in Lawrence.  

It was good to have a fitting venue to offer our appreciation.  

went to work gussying up the house

You likely have a place you wander through for ideas, before you go up to your attic or down to your basement to get out the Halloween, Thanksgiving, or general "fall" labeled box(es) or bag(s).   For me it will always be J'adore in Brookside.   

Just that little push to get me going.  A glimpse to get the ideas percolating. 

It's a feast for the eyes.  Orange, brown, yellow, green, halloween, pumpkin, thanksgiving, everything fall you could think of and more.  I came straight home and went to work gussying up the house.   And I do mean gussy.  In the very best sense of the word. 

settle in for a serious snacking session

I am sorry to do this to you.  But it's time.

To gather supplies.

Measure out ratios.

Combine them to mingle the flavors.

And settle in for a serious snacking session.  Happy Friday.  

with all the frosting and some sanding sugar plus tooth pick flags

You may or may not recall from last year that Chris gets ideas on the 4th of July.  Cake ideas. Cake ideas that are hatched following late night web surfing sessions.

When he first showed it to me and said "hey look at this", I said "don't be ridiculous".  In other words, we are not making that, no way, no how. 

Then I said "ok, maybe we could make it but not put all that frosting on it". 

To which he replied "of course, that's way too much frosting". 

So of course we made it.  With all the frosting.  And some sanding sugar.  Plus tooth pick flags.   Because it is after all a firecracker cake.  And the 4th of July only comes once a year. 

It's quite tasty, and despite my initial reservations, I am doing my part to eat my fair share.  Every night.  Sometimes with ice cream.

Chris would like you to know that it pairs well with a Miller Lite. 

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the annual tradition of the hanging of the flag bunting

the very definition of a perfect 3 day weekend

The memorial day weekend in Kansas started with storms and clouds and concluded with full on sun.  In between there was:  three card monty, snap dragons, and face painting in downtown Lawrence. 

The smitten kitchen's broccoli slaw was just one of the items on the menu.  Tasty, tasty, and tasty.   The perfect rescue from regular coleslaw.  Not that you need a rescue from regular coleslaw, but just in case.

I saw a man in a costume doing magic tricks while a boy on his dad's shoulders watched very closely. 

There was this sign which I knew you would want to see, and my backyard flowers in the vase from Rosendals Trädgård in Stockholm. 

What you don't see here is ribs, weed pulling, walks, banana pudding eating, vinca planting and travel discussions about slot canyon hikes and where to buy locally roasted coffee in Utah.  It was the very definition of a perfect 3 day weekend. 

to celebrate my Mexican heritage

The combination of warm sun, cool breezes, and the wild phlox in full bloom made for a perfect spring walk this walk.

The bluebird and the lady bug were a bonus. 

Happy Cinco de Mayo.  Right this minute I have Chris searching for the recipe for the chicken enchilada recipe we used about 2 months ago.  It was easy and delicious.  We are having it tomorrow night for Happy Seis de Mayo.  No reason to celebrate my Mexican heritage on just one day of the month.  Feel free to follow suit.  

darling for all boy or girl big or small

 

This morning over Easter breakfast, which in part consisted of jelly beans and chocolate eggs, Chris read me interesting facts about Easter.

Stuff like "ham or lamb?" for Easter dinner.  Either works by the way.

Things about dying Easter eggs and the significance of the egg and Easter through the years.  It's a good way to get kids interested.  Plus it has something to do with re-birth. 

And how the Stations of the Cross were used to tell the story of Easter to people who couldn't read.  I think that's right, my attention was starting to drift at this point. 

Did you now that red eggs symbolize the blood of Christ?  I think blue could be for water, green might be for grass, and purple for the color of velvet robes. 

What I do know for sure is they made a very tasty snack about an hour ago.  Deviled.  With a few dots of Sriracha on top.  Couple of pretzels on the side.  Mmmmm. 

The spring napkins came out today, and despite the fact that we have 12, I did in fact make more.

Because nary a one of the spring collection had a bunny on it.  A bunny with a carrot.

And you can see right there on the fabric it says "darling for all boy or girl big or small". 

What could I do?  There was already orange thread on my machine.  It seemed like fate. 

Hopefully your Easter has been equally eventful, and educational.  

P.S.  I know the majority of you read Mary Ann's blog, but the 2 of you who don't - go read it today.  There is a great picture of Ray and Angie, plus she writes about the concept of tsukumogami.  Something I have never heard of but it has me thinking.  In a very good way.  

so you go ahead and dive headfirst into the whole leprechaun spirit thing

When your last name is Mulvenon you take your St. Patrick's day "stuff" seriously.  

You buy the shamrock cookie embosser, you make the dough, you roll the dough, you press the dough, and of course you bake the cookies.

Then you make the special frosting, and color it, and apply it using frosting brushes.  In an artistic manner, that is pleasing to the eye.

Then when you are not looking your wife (who is Irish in name only) takes over icing duties, liberally applying sprinkes so you can't even see the shamrocks. 

So you go ahead and dive headfirst into the whole leprechaun spirit thing and make a "green and white".

And before you know it, things are out of control.   

Which matters not one little bit, because I can tell you I have already sampled, and am happy to report they all eat the same.  By that I mean good.  Real good.    

Happiest of St. Patrick's Days to you and yours!

 

hearts and flowers and kitties and candies

Happy red, and pink, and hearts, and flowers, and kitties, and candies, and bows & arrows, and flowers, to each and everyone of you on St. Valentine's Day.  And a nice piece of molten chocolate cake if you are into that sort of thing.  Which I definitely am. 

as long as it is within reason

Yesterday morning as I was flipping through instagram, I came upon a photo of Bob Walrafen ,taken by his wife Nancy, on their New Years Day hike.  I pointed it out to Chris and said "hey, we should go on a hike too".  He said "hmghf".  Which can mean:  a. absolutely, b. don't get crazy on me, c. how about tomorrow? or d. if we have to.

So we finished our breakfast, which though it is not shown, also included a leftover waffle that was placed in the toaster and buttered (amazingly delicious), and laced up our boots.

We started out under cloudy skies, but as we went on the sun would occasionally come out and change the whole landscape. 

At the conclusion of our expedition, having had a most excellent time, we decided next year we should look and see what Nancy and Bob are doing on New Years Day, and copy them again.  As long as it is within reason. 

One year and one day ago.

last year they got in a hurry and Christmas Eva's neck got broken

At Tall Tales headquarters there is not a sharp line between the holidays and the rest of January. 

This means that the re-populated pygmy forest may remain standing for another month, in order to receive maximum sunlight, before it once again goes into hibernation. 

I made myself stop at seven additions to the grove this year.  Remnants from socks, ponchos, scarves, sweaters, and afghans.  I have enough corks to make countless more.  Maybe at knitting retreat in January I will need to teach Joan how to make them.  No home should be without it's own stand of trees. 

Meanwhile, in between finishing off a bottle of sparkling wine I am busy issuing tickets to all the Santa's who have gathered at the train station.  I must remember where they each came from so they don't get sent to the wrong point of origin. 

You will notice, with the exception of one, they all seem okay with waiting.   Last year they got in a hurry and Christmas Eva's neck got broken.  Which taught us all a lesson about taking our time.   The tree is still up, the wreaths are still fresh, the candles still burning. 

I am distracted by sunsets, and trying to decide which movie we should watch tonight (we saw Captain Fantastic last night - highly recommended), and reading my sisters blog post about Julio, which has me laughing like a hyena which is not a good thing when you have been finishing up a bottle of wine.   Happiest of New Years friends and family, I look forward to new adventures with you in 2017. 

 

just my kind of december 24th

Happiest of Christmas Eves to each and every one of you, from Tall Tales Headquarters and the merchants of the downtown shoppes, who decorated their windows just for YOU (and me). 

I do so love a window display.  Almost as much as I love being able to go downtown and do my last minute shopping from local merchants.  With nothing but a vague idea in mind, knowing I will find something that will be just perfect. 

Meanwhile, as I wait for Santa to arrive I am just knitting away on this long tube with leftover yarn.  It's going to be filled with something (maybe beans?), and be placed on the floor at the bottom of our north facing front door, to stop that draft that sneaks in when it's super cold and windy.  I got the idea from a Kristin Nicholas book.  She has a pattern for a beautiful one with tons of color that I want to make sometime.  For now this one will do. 

Presents are wrapped.  The desserts we are taking to Christmas day dinner are halfway done.  Chris is making shrimp pasta for supper, and some sort of silly holiday movie is on tap for tonight's entertainment.   Just my kind of December 24th.  

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things that can never be understood simply on the basis of the ingredients

I thought I made it perfectly clear

This morning, after one cup of coffee, I gathered, unrolled, measured, cut, wrapped, packed, sprinkled, and labeled.  Then I went to the post office.

 

And all the while there was a cardinal couple on this bush eating red berries.  You wouldn't know it, because every time I opened the door to take a picture they flew away.   I thought I made it perfectly clear that the price of those berries was a picture, but apparently they weren't listening. 

For the record, this in no way detracted from my feeling of incredible productiveness at having my post office duties done for the season. 

I decided to turn the poinsettia 180 degrees

Oh these December days are rushing by.    

In an effort to slow down time, I am doing everything quite deliberately.   For example, after "festivizing" an area I like to stop and eat some oatmeal, or knit a few rounds, or cut up some fabric, and then go back to look and make sure it's just right. 

Sometimes I change my mind and decide things need to be moved around. 

For example, after breakfast the other day, I decided to turn the poinsettia 180 degrees.   Who knew what a difference that could make?  These are the kinds of holiday decorating tips I like to pass along.   Feel free to share with others.  

seeing as how she modeled the cowl so nicely for me

The admission price to dinner at the Mulvenon Family Thanksgiving extavaganza was a photo.  Of them.  Taken by me.  In a cowl.  Or a hat.  Or both.  As you will see below, they were all quite agreeable, and posed nicely. 

Somehow Dan escaped my notice.   He's like that.  Flying under the radar.  In retrospect, I would have given him an out anyway seeing as how arrived bearing dinner rolls.  You know the kind.   Home-made, warm, very slightly sweet, tender, perfect for mopping up your plate because you are not about to leave a single taste of deliciousness on your plate.

This plate.  Which is clearly packed full of everyone's best culinary offerings.   Luckily the weather cooperated for the annual pre-turkey dinner hike, which allowed us to load up our plates freely, knowing our bodies needed to replenish the vast number of calories burned during the hike. 

Along the way we did a little hedge-ball bowling, coyote howling, and bird watching. 

After dinner Ann unveiled her assortment of desserts.  This year she added a "poached pear gingerbread" concoction.  Which was tasty in addition to being an impressive site.

But my favorite was the repeat of the cherry pie she brought last year.  Complete with lattice top, a nice firm crust, and a juicy tartish/sweet filling.  This has now become a MUST to all Thanksgiving dinners, in the same way as Mary's cranberries, Dan's rolls, Sean & Andrea's vegetables, Tom & Jan's potatoes, and Chris's turkey.  I am the mastermind behind it all and am therefore not required to have a standard.  This year I added kale salad with butternut squash, cranberries, and pumpkin seeds. 

It was a lovely day that ended with some time in the art room with Eleanor.  Who, may I say, takes after the Moss sisters in her love of cats and obvious artistic talents.  Even though we share no common genetic material.    

I feel there will be more shared sketchbook time with this one in my future.  Especially seeing as how she modeled the cowl so nicely for me.  

I even asked the horse to make an appearance again

November is officially here.  Cold, gray, skies and gale force winds.  Before it hit this week, Chris and I had time to get in a hike. 

Just a little scouting expedition prior to the planned hike on Thanksgiving day.  Before dinner.

A little reconnoitering if you will.  So we know when to turn left, when to turn right, and when to proceed straight ahead. 

It's important that an hour hike take just an hour when there is a turkey in the oven at home.   One of us might start to get a wee bit testy if the other one strays from the agreed upon plan.

Rest easy all.  You can count on us.  We got this hike down.   No maps needed.  The route has been committed to memory. 

I even asked the horse to make an appearance again if he can fit it into his schedule.  He is taking it under advisement. 

Onward ho.  Thanksgiving here we come. 

 

a gold star for how straight his sprinkle lines were

Monday, Chris and I had a flag cake competition.  It went something like this.

After mixing, baking, pouring, and cooling for three hours, we each assembled our preferred decorating ingredients.

Each competitor was given exactly 6 minutes to put something together to present to the judges.  Of which there were two.  Me and Chris. 

Luckily there were two categories you could enter.   Red & Blue Berry or Blue & Red Sprinkles.  Above is the berry winner, below is the sprinkle winner. 

Chris also got a gold star for how straight his sprinkle lines were.   I would have worked harder on straight lines myself but really just wanted to get the judging over with.  So I could taste it. 

Listen, you pour strawberry jello over white cake and throw some whipped cream on top and you can't go wrong.   Simple summer fun at it's finest.  Recipe for flag cake is here.   Any white cake mix will do, and we kept it simple with whipped cream in the can for the topping and no pudding.   

 

because it's that good

It was a red, white, and blue themed weekend around our house.   There were drives, movies, naps, cake, flowers, and flags.  Everything you need for the 4th of July. 

If all that wasn't enough, there was this on the Writers Almanac today.  Copied below for you convenience.  Because it's that good. 

Preface to Leaves of Grass
by Walt Whitman

This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.

 

as we Moss kids like to say

Today, despite the snow, we held the annual Easter-egg dying contest.  Chris being a believer in the Paas kit that comes complete will all manner of tra-la-la for dying and adorning eggs.  While I tend to come from the food color, vinegar, drop-em-in and forget about-em school of coloring. 

While I think it is clear which eggs are superior, the bottom line is they all devil the same.   Angie would have approved highly.  Lip-smacking good as we Moss kids like to say. 

 

in case any leprechauns break in the house while we are at work tomorrow and decide to be making us a wee bit of an Irish cake

The other day I got it in my mind that we needed some St. Patrick's day treats around here.   This whole green dessert business started in 2014 when Chris thought we should have a shamrock cake.   Which turned out to be a very very good idea, I must say. 

I used Martha's sugar cookie recipe, which was a snap, and when they were cool, we frosted, sprinkled, dotted, and in general made a great big mess of the kitchen floor with a lot of flying decorations.  Oh it was fun!

When all frosting was done, and the kitchen was back in order, we selected the three cookies that looked like they had been decorated by 6 year olds and gobbled them up right quick.  Just to be sure they were good enough to serve to guests should any come over.   On all the cooking shows they say you should always taste your food before serving.  

The bad thing is that tomorrow is St. Patrick's day and I might finish eating all the cookies today.  That would mean no shamrock sweets after the "bangers and mash" we are having for supper tomorrow night.   Happily there are still plenty of sugary sprinkles around for decoration in case any leprechauns break in the house while we are at work tomorrow and decide to be making us a wee bit of an Irish cake. 

cupid approved

Happy Valentines Day from Tall Tales headquarters where, in between hugging and kissing & hanging up hearts, we are eating as much Valentines Funfetti cake as we can. 

Carol and Chris tested, Cupid approved.  

I have trouble making up my mind about some things

For New Year's Day, since it's cold, and there's not a lot of color outside, I present a selection of my favorite flowers photos from 2015.  All of these are from my garden, gardens of Lawrence, or flowers purchased from Karen Pendleton at the Farmers Market. 

I think that wraps up the photo collages from 2015.  Unless I decide differently and show you my favorite baking photos, drink photos, knitting photos, and sketching photos.   I have trouble making up my mind about some things. 

I think that's enough becauses

Even though it is past Christmas Eve, the traditional day for eating Barb's famous pumpkin roll, I made one the other day.  Because.  Because I needed to make one more pumpkin thing before 2015 comes to a close.  Because I miss not eating it annually with Barb.  Because I didn't make one last year.  And finally, because I love and adore it.  There.  I think that's enough becauses.   

I did get smart this year and use the KitchenAid since you have to beat the eggs for a whole 5 minutes to start the process of making it. 

While it was in the oven, I took out the thin kitchen towel that must be used to roll it up in while it's still hot.  The towel has to be sprinkled with powdered sugar which always makes quite a mess when the cake flips out onto it. I am not sure of the exact reason for the powdered sugar, but I dare not leave this step out. 

Six hours after starting the process I enjoyed my first piece.  You don't have to wait that long, but Barb always said it was better if you let it sit for awhile after you put it all together. All I know is the cake was moist and perfectly spiced and the filling was buttery cream cheese perfection.  Exactly as it should be. 

Recipe is here if you want to make one for New Years Day!  If you have a sponge roll-up cake that you make for a special occasion, please tell me about it.  I want to try my hand at another one.  

2 cute girls in tie-dyed shirts

Yesterday started at Tall Tales Headquarters with waffles accompanied by strong coffee, salty pork sausage, and lots and lots of syrup.  I then moved to the couch to have a third cup of coffee while I finished some important knitting.  I got into the shower at 2:30pm so we could go to Kansas City for a splendid dinner of more culinary delights.  My favorite was the cabbage rolls made by 2 cute girls in tie-dyed shirts.  Dan's dinner rolls and Chris's turkey came in tied for second.  I might have done a small bit of damage to the precisely stacked snickerdoodles as well.  

All of these things made me very, very, happy.  I talked to Ray on the phone when we got home and he shared with me that the proper way to eat a jam filled thumb-print cookie (according to Katharine Ray Watson - aged 2) is to use your finger to remove the jam to eat, then replace the cookie on the tray for someone else.  I only pass it along, in case you don't have a Katharine Ray around to learn this important lesson from. 

a play set that included nail polish and blue eye shadow

Sitting in front of the fireplace tonight, after a traditional Christmas Eve dinner of shrimp pasta.  Thinking about Christmas's past and Christmas celebrations going on far away.   The last of the presents have been wrapped and it's almost time to dive into bed.  I am going to see if I can dial in a dream from Christmas of 1966 when Dottie and I snuck out of our beds in the middle of the night and went in to look at the splendor that was the tree with presents underneath.  That might have been the year I got a play-set that included nail polish and blue eye shadow.   All I know for sure it is was wonderful.   

Sending out to each of you that happy feeling that is Christmas morning when you are a kid.   

that would just be sacrilege

Today as I sang the alto harmony to "Silent Night" with Garth Brooks and to "The First Noel" with Suzy Boggus I was taken back to the music room at Balboa High School- circa 1974.  We practiced all semester for the Christmas music program.  Our teacher (whose name escapes me) laid down on the floor one day in class and had someone stand on his abdomen so he could demonstrate proper use of the diaphragm with breathing while singing.  Clearly it made an impression on me since I can still visualize it 40 years later. 

One of the best parts of this season, for me, has always been the music.  From The New Christy Minstrels singing "Beautiful City", to Celine and Andrea knocking out "Oh Holy Night", to Brenda Lee "Rocking Around the Christmas Tree", and Jose Feliciano's "Feliz Navidad", it's all good.   This may sound strange but "Oh Come Oh Come Emmanuel" sounds especially good with the acoustics in the shower at my house.   No one has a better version of "I Saw Three Ships" than Judy Collins and "White Christmas" should be left to Bing Crosby.   Tell me what your favorites are... and please don't say that any rendition of "Santa Baby" is better than Eartha Kitt's.   That would just be sacrilege. 

 

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a Huff family Christmas Carol performance

Today I made merry in Lawrence with my adopted family.  The Huff girls.  When your mom and sisters are far away for the holidays it's nice to have a mom and 2 sisters who can stand in at the drop of a hat. 

 

Half of us feasted on the egg salad on toasted rye with avocado, pickled radishes, and arugula.  The other half slurped up spoonful after spoonful of spinach and potato soup with gruyere cheese and home-made croutons.  But, since we are family we all reached across and grabbed bites from one another. 

We discussed my mitten garland and Marti brought fire-breathing dragon mittens she made many moons ago.  See the delight on her face?  I wish you could have heard the sweet memories those mittens brought back in Jennifer and Nancy.  THIS is why people knit.  This right here. 

We also ate pie.  Pear/cranberry with walnut streusel, coconut cream, black bottom pecan, and blueberry rhubarb.  If you are going to the Bluebird Diner downtown on Mass street in Lawrence Kansas, you MUST eat pie. 

We discussed the sweetness of being a grandmother (great aunt, great grandmother), places to go antiquing, why it's a good idea to bring home your leftovers even if it's only 2 bites worth, and other important things like that. 

In doing all of this we crossed 6 things off the Christmas Rules list. 

If only I had thought for us to do a Huff family Christmas carol performance then it would have been seven! 

 

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the clouds parted, and the angels sang their approval

I am also pretty sure it was ok for me to reach across the table

the minute I hit the done button

While I am busy shopping on-line, on the busiest shipping day of the year, because I kept putting it off thinking I had plenty of time... you can glance quickly at one photo of holiday decor.  

I will be rewarding myself with 2 small spicy gingerbread men the minute I hit the "done" button.  I suggest you do the same.  With whatever holiday cookies you have on hand.   In the event you have none around, 5 green and 5 red M&M's will do nicely.   Speaking of red and green M&M's ....

 

 

if you are the person who took all my cookie cutters I would appreciate it if you would leave them in a box on the front porch

This weekend, in addition to getting the tree up, I decided it was high time I made some gingerbread cookies.  The kind you roll out, and use cookie cutters, and royal icing on.

I did a mash up of the Pioneer Woman and Smitten Kitchens recipes.  I like my gingerbread cookies spicy.  So I used more spice (SK) but I wanted them a bit sweeter so I used the amount of brown sugar in PW's version.  I left out the maple extract in PW's because I didn't want it to overpower the molasses flavor and did not put baking powder in because ... well I don't know for sure but I didn't want them to rise so I thought it best. 

If you are like me and haven't had your kitchen aid long enough to remember that there is a reason there is a guard for the bowl.  Consider this your reminder.  While I was chilling the dough I searched for cookie cutters and found a misformed tree shape, a biscuit cutter, and a tiny fox.    If you are the person who took all my cookie cutters I would appreciate it if you would leave them in a box on the front porch.  No questions will be asked. 

Bottom line is this was a lot of fun, and since I bought new cookie cutters I will be doing it again.  I need more practice on the decorating.  I do not need more practice on the eating.  Last night when I was sitting in front of the fire munching on a cookie and sipping some hot tea, I asked Chris, "when did I become an old lady who likes molasses cookies that are chewy?".   He said "well it didn't happen overnight".   I made no reply. 

 

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things that can never be understood simply on the basis of the ingredients

just like the recipe said

just past the crunchy phase

it could not be shipped in the mail

Today was the Holiday Farmers Market, the last official market of the season.  It opened at 9am and was already packed at 8:55 am when I arrived.  There were Christmas present ideas galore there.  I found something for everyone I needed to buy for.   I leave it to you to decide what I got for whom.

Dottie and Mary Ann you should feel free to trade among yourselves if you don't like what I picked out for you.  You on the other hand brother, you can not trade, because I picked out the best present ever for you.  You are going to love it.  I am pretty sure it will be the most unique present you have ever received. 

It could not be shipped in the mail so I am having it driven out to you.  Since it might not get there until mid-January I am showing it to you today. 

 

if you have attempted making your own pajamas

Window shopping for Christmas ideas in downtown Lawrence.  

Raise your hand if you have attempted making your own pajamas please. 

a hidden clue in some sort of parade shenanigans

The Old Fashioned Christmas Parade in downtown Lawrence is mostly about horses.  But it's also about finding a place to watch the horses, and history, and smiling, and waving.  There are also the buggies, carriages, little ponies, hats, dogs, costumes, and finding things to do if you are bored and need a break from watching horses.  I could go on and on and one but I will let these photos do the rest of the talking today. 

I am not sure if this message was a hidden clue in some sort of parade shenanigans.   A mystery to be puzzled over.  I'll let you know if I figure anything out.

Thanks to Chris who took all the photos downtown at the parade today.  He was on special assignment for me while I went to my regular job.  Just looking at the pictures tonight got me in the mood to consider taking down the pumpkins tomorrow.   And maybe listening to the Mills Brothers while I get out some red and green stuff.

well worth braving the weather for

Handspun, ornaments, and cat cards were a few of the things came home with me from the 2015 Bizarre Bazaar today.  

Everyone was bundled up and smiling.  Happy the weather wasn't worse which would have totally spoiled this wonderful opportunity to see local artists displaying their pillows, soap, needle felting, tie dye, knitting, quilting, painting, drawing, pottery, and jewelry. 

I have been looking for some hand spun yarn since the knitting retreat last year and haven't been able to get my hands on any.  When I saw Rae Finch there with a few skeins I jumped quick. 

I have said this before and I will say it again.  I love seeing people who make art proudly displaying their work.  This excellent event happens every year the Saturday after Thanksgiving.  I know I will forget to tell you in advance again next year, so mark your calendars now.  It is well worth braving the weather for.