{Crochet} San Jose Sharks Rally Blankie

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Bloggies, I’ve been a bad webmaster.  No posts since… well, no posts.  I’ve been working on some new ideas, and doing some crafting.  Namely, this afghan for a San Jose Sharks fan I know.  Many of my Facebook readers have asked me for the pattern, and I’m happy to pass it on.

Change the color scheme to fit your team or school colors.  I don’t watch hockey, either.  Shhhh.

Ready?  Here we go:

Row 1:  Chain 151 stitches (more or less, depending on width you’d like), then Single Chain in back loop of second chain from hook to end of row.

Row 2:  Chain 3, Double Crochet in the first stitch of Row 1.  (Skip 2 single chains and Cluster Stitch in next single chain); repeat all the way across Row.  Two Double Chains in in last Single Chain of Row.

Row 3:  Chain 3, make a Cluster Stitch in the Open Spaces created in previous row.  Repeat all the way across and Double Chain in last Single Chain of Row.

Fasten Off

Row 4:  NEW COLOR:  Repeat Row 2

Row 5:  Repeat Row 3

Continue along, switching colors as desired until desired length.  Finish with a row of Single Chain.

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My color scheme:

Row 1 & 2:  Black

Rows 3-8:  Teal

Rows 9-10:  Black

Rows 11-12:  Orange

Rows 13-14:  White

Rows 15-20:  Teal

Repeat until well pleased with yourself.  Mine will be Twin-Sized.

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70s Once More {dinner}

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It may interest you to know that I have a reputation as a “Food Nazi.”  I like to tell other people what not to eat, particularly while I’m dieting suffering myself.  My general spiel goes something like this.

“Wow.  Are you really going to eat that?”

The response is usually:

  • “I worked out for like 5 hours today.”
  • “I only eat carbs on the third Thursday of Solstice in a leap year.”
  • “I’m not eating it, it’s for a friend.  I’m going to regurgitate it for her later.”
  • “Shut Up.”
  • “Why?”

They really hope their response wasn’t, “Why,” because I can provide lengthy explanations.

Which isn’t to say I’m in good shape, I’m just an excellent Googler.

My kids are particularly weary in this department, and last night I finally decided it was summer, and I’d throw them a bone.  Of course, by bone I meant a 70′s style dinner.  I was raised in the 70s, a blissful time when we had Absolutely.  No.  Idea.

The 70s is the decade we invented foods like:

  • Microwave Popcorn
  • Hamburger Helper
  • Cup O’Noodles
  • Stove Top Stuffing
  • Pop Rocks
  • and the list goes on

For our 70′s dinner, I made prepackaged lasagna, dinner rolls from a bag (the bad, white-flour, fiberless kind), wedge salad with dressing from a bottle (and fake bacon bits), cookies from a mix and vanilla ice cream.  We also drank (full-sugar) rootbeer from glass bottles.

I regret not making Jello.

Well, as you’d imagine it was pretty gross.  The kids didn’t mind, but it wasn’t exactly a “treat,” either.  Oh, and we managed to spill not one but TWO bottles of sticky soda during the meal somehow.  Must have been all hopped-up on sodium.

What have we learned?  Not much, really.  Other than a little bloating and a carb-coma, we survived.  We probably have cancer now, but no one barfed or anything.  So there’s that.

I will admit to speeding to the store this morning for fresh berries and free-range everything.

What were your favorite foods as a kid?

 

 

Larry + Ashley {I do}

Man and woman are like the earth, that brings forth flowers
in summer, and love, but underneath is rock.

Older than flowers, older than ferns, older than foraminiferae,
older than plasm altogether is the soul underneath.

And when, throughout all the wild chaos of love
slowly a gem forms, in the ancient, once-more-molten rocks
of two human hearts, two ancient rocks,
a man’s heart and a woman’s,
that is the crystal of peace, the slow hard jewel of trust,
the sapphire of fidelity.

The gem of mutual peace emerging from the wild chaos of love.

♥ Fidelity, D.H. Lawrence

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{Summer} Science: Ice Cream in a Bag

Today was the first day of hell Summer Vacation.

It did not go well.

Using the system they use in her fourth-grade classroom, Little was placed on varying shades of the behavior rainbow until she landed on:  RED  

We took a deep breath, hit the do-over button, and decided to break up the day with a little science.  Namely, ice cream in a bag.

Ingredients/Per Person:

  • Ice
  • 1 C Half-and-Half
  • 1/2 C Salt (coarser the better)
  • 2 T Sugar
  • 1/2 tsp Vanilla Extract
  • 1 Pint-Size Ziplock Bag
  • 1 Gallon-Size Ziplock Bag
  • Mix-Ins (optional)

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 Directions:

  1. Combine sugar, half-and-half, and vanilla in the pint-sized bag and seal tightly.
  2. Place salt and ice in the gallon-sized bag, then place the sealed smaller bag inside as well.  Seal the larger bag.  Now, shake the bags until the mixture hardens (about five minutes).
  3. Remove the smaller bag.  Add any mix-ins and eat the ice cream right out of the bag.
  4. Enjoy your kid’s amazed expression.
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"Whoa!!"

“Whoa!!”

"It's good!"

“It’s good!”

From Pin to Post: Churro Waffles

Today’s Pin:  Churro Waffles c/o Chica Chocolatina

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My kids love, love, love Disneyland Churros.  We head to the churro stand before the rides, just to get it out of the way.  So, when I saw this recipe for Churro Waffles on Pinterest today, I knew it would be this week’s Pin-to-Post.

These waffles are the brain candy of  Jasmine at Chica Chocolatina, and they were a **near-hit.**  Now that I’ve made them once, they’ll be foolproof next time — guess who the fool was???

ThatGirl, why are you making Churro Waffles when you’re in the throes of a Salad Challenge?

Dear Reader, it was on impulse.  No excuses.  Luckily, I had kids home and was able to dish them off.  Baby steps!

Ingredients:

1 teaspoon salt               

4 teaspoons baking powder

1 1/2 cups warm milk  {I used almond milk}

1/3 cup butter, melted
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

3 shakes  of cinnamon plus {I omitted this}

Churro topping:
1 cup of white sugar
1/2 cup cinnamon
1/2 cup of melted butter**

Modified Directions:                          

  1. In a large bowl, mix together flour, salt, baking powder and sugar; set aside.  In a separate container, combine Churro topping (sugar/cinnamon). ** Do Not Add the 1/2 Cup Melted Butter! **  Preheat waffle iron.
  2. In a new bowl, beat the eggs. Stir in milk, butter and vanilla. Pour the milk mixture into the flour mixture.
  3. Generously spray your waffle iron with nonstick cooking spray. Ladle the batter into the preheated waffle iron. Cook until crisp.
  4. NOW, melt your 1/2 cup of butter.
  5. Once fully cooked, immediately pour melted butter on each side of the waffle and dip into your cinnamon/sugar churro mixture.
  6. Eat while hot.

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#100 Days of Salad {Oy.}

If  you’ve known me for 15 minutes, you know my favorite catchphrase.

“I am doing a new thing.”

Catchy, right?  My new things have included wearing all black (too hot), giving up sugar (too delicious), riding my bike everywhere (too many hills), running (blew my knee), going without all social media (um, hello, I have a blog), veganism (no cheese/no way), vegetarianism (they don’t eat meat?!)…  Lots of ‘isms.

After losing 40 pounds and then regaining 10 15 20 an undisclosed amount of weight, it was time for a new, “new thing.”

That’s how the #100daysofsalad thing was born.  So, I said it:

I’m doing a new thing where I only eat salad for 100 days.

After I use the catch phrase, there’s a dramatic pause where I wait for whomever is standing there to react.  People used to react appropriately with questions, or encouragement, or advice… but I’ve overused the catch phrase so much, the general reaction is no reaction.  I might get an :eyeroll: depending on who’s home.  This time, I got dead air, so I had to elaborate.

I said I’m doing a new thing where I only eat salad for 100 days, so I guess you won’t need to make my dinner anymore.  Because 100 days takes me to the end of summer.  So, yeah.

A reaction came.  It was, “OK.”

Well, that was all the encouragement I needed, so I proceeded to make huge salads every morning around 10am and that was it for my day.  The first few days I ate the ginormous salad in one sitting, but over kale time, I realized I should break that big salad into two or three meals.

Because by day three?  I looked about Twelve.  Months.  Pregnant.

Apparently, our post-Garden-of-Eden bodies don’t really know what to do with that much roughage.

So they just don’t do anything with it.  It turns into an air-baby and you start to swell and make really strange noises.  I’m sort of an internet doctor, so I went to Dr. Google/my colleague  for advice.  He said I needed a probiotic.  I pushed my 12 month old air-baby into the minivan and sped down to my pharmacy, Trader Joe’s.

Probiotics are expensive, y’all.  That’s because they know they’ve got you where they want you (in pain).

They worked.  Let’s not elaborate but — my problem was solved.

Over.  And Over.  Again.

When I emerged from… resting, I realized I should probably break the salads up with some other food once in awhile.  I took one full day off, and since then I’ve had some Graduation Party Cake (only polite), and one cheeseburger outing.  I mix it up with greek yogurt and diet pepsi once in awhile, but I’m really trying.

Because being skinnier than you healthy is important to me.

It’s my NEW THING.

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Join In! Hashtag #100daysofsalad on Instagram

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