How I made pumpkin seeds this year...
Put single layer on sprayed cookie sheet (I used I Can't Believe It's Not Butter Spray)
Spray and salt seeds
Roast in 250 degree oven for 1 hour and 20 minutes.
Found some tulip and daffodil bulbs on sale and will be planting them in the morning. I got purple and red tulips...should make me smile in April. Weather is in a warming trend and it's supposed to be in the mid to high sixties for the next few days. I made a really good dessert for supper. Cut up apples in the bottom, sliced Snickers on top put in a 350 oven for 15 minutes and ate will a scoop of ice cream. I also enjoy baked apples cooked for 15 minutes at 350 with sugar/fat free frozen whipped cream on top. I guess I just enjoy apples raw too...I really like apples. I took a picture of the dessert and that's it above.
I planted a new mini garden with Danford Iris and Grape Hyacinth. It's supposed to come up in early spring. Did some weed pulling. Plugged in the electric birdbath and filled the feeders again. Started cleaning the garage, my saddest job because it means that summer is really over. Supposed to be a killing frost tonight and the rest of the flowers still in bloom will go. I'll just have to bring in the Canna Lilies and spread the straw mulch and then I'll be done for the winter.
...and of course finish cleaning that darn garage.
Not much journal reading time anymore since grands moved in. Also busy time of year getting the house, garage, and yard ready for winter. Library day today, then met old friends for lunch. Yard work mostly finished except for a few more spring bulbs to plant and after halloween to spread the straw mulch. Garage is another story, still is my potting shed and have to turn it back into a garage. The closets are changed around except for mine which still has all the summer clothes in. I do stop at other journals on my list but rarely get a chance to leave a comment. Lots of birds in the yard and the seed goes fast, will have to stock up again tomorrow. Last night there was a bat in the house and Owen wasn't here so he missed it. I bet he would have loved it. It was a Momma bat and she's caught and safely returned to her children...probably back up in the attic and we'll meet again I'm sure. When I get a chance to watch tv late nights I have been knitting hats and mittens. Tomorrow is WW meeting and then maybe a little shopping for sundry things...whatever that means. Prayers and love to all.
Picture is of my Jenny on her birthday with her niece and nephew.
Kraft Caramel Apples
If you are a product of post 1950s America like me, whenever you see a bag of individually wrapped, chewy caramels the first thing you think of is caramel apples. Those candies always take me back to my mother’s kitchen and October afternoons spent with my brothers and sister preparing these tasty fall treats.
To me the flavor is a classic and they are so easy to make. I suppose that is why kids continue to create fall memories about making caramel apples.
Pumpkin Spice Bread
Half a 15 ounce can of pumpkin with spices added as for pie (one cup minus one tablespoon) If you are using plain pumpkin you can add 1/2 teaspoon each..cinnamon, nutmeg and clove.
3/4 cup water
1 3/4 cups dark brown sugar
1/2 cup vegetable oil
2 large eggs, lightly beaten
1 3/4 cups all purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
Adjust oven rack to middle position and pre heat oven to 350 degrees.
Heat pumpkin in a small saucepan over medium heat until steamy. Stirring continuously. Cook until pumpkin is stiff and starts to stick to the pan bottom..about 3 minutes.
Transfer to a bowl and whisk in the water, then brown sugar, then oil, then eggs until smooth.
In a separate bowl, whisk together remaining dry ingredients, then fold into the pumpkin mixture until just combined. Scrape batter into 3 greased miniature disposable loaf pans (or 1- 9 inch pan). Bake until firm and golden brown..about 50 minutes for miniature loaves and about 70 minutes for large loaf.
Let bread stand for a few minutes. Then place on wire rack and cool to room temperature.
Slice and serve.
Recipe doubles easily and freezes well.
A clothesline was a news forecast
To neighbors passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep
When clothes were hung to dry.
It also was a friendly link
For neighbors always knew
If company had stopped on by
To spend a night or two.
For then you'd see the fancy sheets
And towels on the line;
You'd see the company table clothes
With intricate design.
The line announced a baby's birth
To folks who lived inside
As brand new infant clothes were hung
So carefully with pride.
The ages of the children could
So readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed
You'd know how much they'd grown.
It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
Haphazardly were strung.
It said, "Gone on vacation now"
When lines hung limp and bare.
It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged
With not an inch to spare.
New folks in town were scorned upon
If wash was dingy gray,
As neighbors raised their brows,
And looked disgustedly away.
But clotheslines now are of the past
For dryers make work less.
Now what goes on inside a home
Is anybody's guess.
I really miss that way of life.
It was a friendly sign
When neighbors knew each other best
By what hung on the line!
Author: Marilyn K. Walker
Not serious, just sore throat and cough.
Was library day, pajama day, Owen is so pleased to get there and see all his friends now. I'm very happy to have started this for him. We had a picnic at Murphy park as usual but it was so cold and the day care kids didn't come so we were the only ones there so we came home and played horse shoes for a while until the kids left and went to their mother's house for the night. It's good to be a grandmother.
I ran across this quote and wanted to save it...
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass.....
it's about learning to dance in the rain.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, "What is it?"
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.