Carrot Cake, Anyone?


So I’m leading this Acts of Kindness group at my church, and in an effort to find a different kind of act of kindness, I discovered that today is National Carrot Cake Day. Well, who knew such a day existed? As it happens, there are all kinds of weird National Days we are going to have fun with.

Yesterday I started my quest to purchase a carrot cake to give away. Turns out, finding a carrot cake is a tad more difficult than I thought it would be. One place used to have a huge, delicious, reasonably priced carrot cake, but they now have a much smaller, not as beautiful one for $17.98. Um, no. To the side were cupcakes with a couple of carrot cake cupcakes mixed in, but I wanted all carrot cake cupcakes.

Today, I called a local place, but carrot cake has to be special ordered. Hmmm. I’m thinking they should have had some for this National Carrot Cake Day.

I could have baked carrot cake or cupcakes at home like one of my more industrious group members did–way to go!–but that would have required baking. Didn’t happen.

Finally, I went to Publix and got the beauty you see above. To make it even better, when I was checking out, I asked the nice lady ringing it up if she liked carrot cake. She exclaimed, “I LOVE carrot cake, and this is the best!”

“It’s yours,” I said.

Of course she wanted to know why, so I told her it is National Carrot Cake Day, and I wanted her to have it. Her face beamed.

I love it when all the parts of an act of kindness come together so well.

Now go eat some carrot cake.

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Scissor Happy


Do you see that? That is what I pulled out of the dishwasher today. Five pairs of scissors.

Count ’em. 5. F. I. V. E. Five.

I’m going to go out on a limb here and bet that most of you have never ever had cause to run that many pairs of scissors through your dishwasher. In fact, I’ll bet some of you have never even run one single pair of scissors ever through your dishwasher.

What can I say? We are scissor happy here.

I can’t even remember what we used all the scissors for yesterday, but here’s a guess.

From left to right:

The snub-nosed red pair is the pair of choice for cutting herbs, but I’m pretty sure DH used them for deadheading the knock-out roses.

The orange-handled pair has been in this household forever. They may have been used for cutting open a package or trimming meat.

The black pair in the middle got the honor of hacking up chicken wings that DH cooked us for supper.

The kiddie scissors got the herb honors as I used them to cut sage for DH to put in hash he was cooking.

The last, fifth, pair of black scissors had a mystery purpose. Neither of us can remember just what they were used for yesterday.

So tell me–have you ever sent that many scissors through your dishwasher at once? What did you use them for?

We surely can’t be the only scissor happy couple on the planet!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Today


A funny thing happened on the journey of doing the weekly photo challenge.

I lost my focus.

Not the focus on my camera–the focus of what I thought I was supposed to be doing.

See, I thought the challenge was like an assignment–something to pick up my camera and go do once I got the much anticipated challenge in my inbox on Friday.

I would give myself until Thursday to complete the challenge because I thought that I should be looking around my world for opportunities to complete said challenge.

Somewhere along the way I lost my way.

I noticed that folks were immediately posting photos.

What?

How?

Oh. I’m slow to pick up on things sometimes, but it eventually dawned on me that lots of you were not going out with fresh eyes, but you were searching through your old photos and posting immediately.

I ignored that for awhile, but then I felt pressure to get a photo up immediately lest no one would look at it. Humph.

I guess that’s why I haven’t posted a photo the last few weeks. Somehow the purpose of the challenge was lost for me.

Then, today, we got the Today Challenge. YES. Instruction to not look through photo archives.

Instruction to pick up our cameras and record TODAY.

I love it, and here is my record from TODAY.

GG#3 twirling a marshmallow in yellow sugar sprinkles. She likes pink the best.

GG#4 twirling a marshmallow in orange sugar sprinkles. She picked red for me.

Some of the final sparkly marshmallow products in pink (the overall fav), purple, blue, red, orange, and yellow.

TODAY was a good day.

All I Wanted was a Salad


DH and I went to lunch today, and my only intent was to get whatever the restaurant’s special was and a small side salad from the salad bar.

Simple, right?

No, no, moosebreath. Apparently, at this particular establishment, getting a salad from the salad bar is a gigantic nut-roll complete with multiple prices.

“I want the salad and half sandwich, no bread.”

“Ma’am, you can’t have the salad bar with that. You see, it’s a special, and you can only get the side salad.”

“I don’t want the side salad. I want the salad bar.”

“You can’t get that.”

“Okay. I’ll get this other lunch special that comes with two vegetables, but I don’t want the vegs–just a small salad from the salad bar.”

“You have to get the two vegetables, and the salad will be $3.99 extra.”

“Really? That much? How much if I just get the salad bar?”

“$7.49.”

“Um, no.”

“Let me check on the salad price.”

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

“You can get the chicken, and the salad will be $1.59 instead of $5.99.”

“Okay, I’ll take that.”

I’ve now heard four different prices for the same salad bar. I get up and go to get my salad, and guess what? The lettuce is mostly brown.

Really?

Sheesh.

When I get back to the table, DH tells me that the server has come back asking what kind of salad dressing I want. He tells her that I have gone to the salad bar.

When she brings his “side salad,” there isn’t a dime’s worth of difference between his salad and mine.

So I ask you–What is the deal with the pricing on the salad bar? I honestly don’t get it.

To top it off, when she brought our bill to us, she threw it on the table. Oh yes, that’s the way to do it! Also, we got a bill for a fish basket, grilled chicken, and turnip greens, obviously intended for the table next to us.

They paid for ours. We were going to try to correct the error, but the server never looked our way again.

We paid for our fish and chicken that was the bill of the other table and left. I figure since the other table paid for ours and we paid for theirs, it came out even for the restaurant, but we never did find out the actual price charged for the salad.

Who knew that salad could be so complicated?

How To Cook a Big Ole Ham


Now I’ve cooked hams more or less successfully for years, but last year my sister hauled her leftover ham to the beach after Christmas, and DH loved it. We enjoyed this ham because we were staying together at a beach house just after Christmas.

Since he liked it so much, he had me ask her how she made it. Here is her professional recipe:

Rub the ham with a mixture of mustard and brown sugar.

Cover the ham with pineapple slices.

Put cherries in the pineapple slices.

Stick cloves in the ham.

I asked her how long to cook it.

Start it at 450 for an hour; then, turn it down to about 225.

“So, how long do I cook it?”

“Until it smells done.”

Until it smells done?

And that is how to cook a big ole ham.

Here is my overcooked version this year.

The Star of the Show


Another Thanksgiving is done. The turkey has been smoked and eaten. It was moist and divine. The green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, English peas, cranberry sauce, deviled eggs, and rolls are put away for yummy leftovers tomorrow.

Coma inducing pecan pie and pumpkin pie are expanding bellies.

But the star of the show was the dressing.

Oh my goodness. That right there is some eye-rolling awesomeness.