A pet peeve and a bargain hunt

Cats.

They are the bane of my life.

I know that some of my lovely readers are fans of cats; they no doubt already know of my disdain, because I am not shy in proclaiming it.

Here's the thing.

If cats were like dogs, required to stay in one's yard or be on a leash when outside of it, I would have no problem with them. But somewhere in our cultural history, cats became the kings and queens of the neighbourhood, left unrestrained to do whatever they please, wherever they please.

Which usually means spraying my front door regularly, leaving toilet refuse in my flowerbeds, killing the  goldfinches that eat at our thistle feeders, and leaving their sad little corpses for me to find.

So no, I do not like cats.

And don't ever get Jeff started on the subject either, or you will wish you were a million miles away on Mars.

After our next-door neighbours moved away, we were cat-free for a few months. It was lovely. But the last couple of weeks we have been suddenly inundated. Yesterday, I counted five different cats in my yard. They are back to spraying the front door, stalking around the garden, and yowling and fighting at night when I am trying to go to sleep. Consequently, cats have been on my mind. A lot.

On Wednesdays, I spend the day in McMinnville, where I do a morning music therapy group, peruse Grocery Outlet (because you never know what goodies you will find) and then spend my lunch hour at Bethany's house. I smooch on Madelyn and watch Natalie joyfully bopping around as she sings or practises the piano. Then I do an afternoon group and pick up my raw milk from the farm on my way home to teach piano lessons. It is a long day. 

Today, Bethany was gone, so I decided to pick the milk up after the first group. As I was driving along Lafayette Avenue, not in any particular hurry, I spotted an interesting-looking thrift shop.

I used to turn my nose up at garage sales and thrift shops, but about five years ago I became addicted to summer garage sales and now spend all winter frothing at the mouth, waiting for a sunny weekend to hit so that the garage sales will appear. 

Thrift shops took a bit longer, till the Goodwill opened in Newberg last year. 

You remember The Skirt?

I still think Goodwill is a bit too expensive, compared to, say, garage sales, but then I discovered  the Hospital Thrift store in town. I found an ironing board for Jeff for only $2, and suddenly I can't get enough of thrift stores.

So, back to the riveting story.

I whipped around smartly and pulled into the parking lot, which was empty. 

This, my friends, is a monarch among thrift stores. No clothes, but lots of nice stuff. I heard the volunteers talking about pricing items on Amazon, so they take their junk seriously.

Anyhoo, I found an electric ice-cream maker, for which I have been searching a few months, for only $5. This whole stash only cost $10.50. The cotton yarn is for Lori (hey Lori, I'm going to start charging a finder's fee! J/K) and the glass bottle is made in Italy. I have a weakness for Italian glass. It is my only one. Weakness, that is. The four little Noritake plates just spoke to me and they were only a dollar, so I had to have them. The puzzle was half-price and is mostly unused, so will go to Vista House. 

I know, you're all (all two of you) wondering what cats have in common with a thrift shop.
Well, follow this link to read about a unique place. You will see that it benefits a no-kill animal shelter and you can pet, brush, and play with adoptable cats when you get tired of shopping.
If you happen to like cats, that is.
Which I don't.
But I do like their thrift shop.

P.S. Turns out the four little plates are listed on replacements.com for $5.99 a piece.
SCORE!!!

Happy Valentine's Day.

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Kids in the Kitchen

Daniel came for a sleepover shortly before Christmas. 

Applesauce was on my agenda.

Daniel turned out to be quite the pro at slicing the apples...

...after Papa peeled and cored them.

Notice how sneakily I got out of any hard work there!

Jeff and I love chunky applesauce, flavoured only with a few cinnamon red-hots. We didn't have any of those little candies this time, so I used some spicy Cinnamon Discs. 

Daniel would not sample the delicious applesauce that resulted from our labours, which left all the more for us!

We also made shortbread to give to our friends.

Daniel had some mad mixing skills.

Just look at the power in those forearms!

I think his favourite job was pressing the shortbread dough into the moulds.

It obviously needed lots of concentration.

Kenzie is technically sitting in the kitchen, although she's not cooking. She made Madelyn some hairbands for Christmas, and here she is sewing the elastic into a loop.

Jeff had his first sleepover ever at our house after Christmas. He was Papa's little shadow for about 24 hours. 

And the little elf with the happy grin needs no introduction. 

We do love the time we spend with our grandkids.
And did I mention that we have two more on the way?
Annie and Samantha are both expecting little girls and are due in May.
We can't wait to cuddle them.

Vista House

I am not fond of the well-established moniker of our new house. 

Well, I say "our new house", but we haven't actually closed on it yet.

Sigh.

Hopefully next week.

Anyway.

Jeff said I can't change its name because people around there refer to it by said name.

So "Vista House" it shall remain.

And, to be fair, it certainly has the vistas.

This, from the front door:

As the sun dips over the horizon, we often see deer in the front scrub garden.

 And then we get the best views of all.

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Apropos of nothing, the first weekend I spent at The House, we stopped in at the Habitat Restore looking for nothing in particular and found this old, hardly-used toaster oven for five dollars. I was ecstatic, because no kitchen is complete without a toaster oven, in my opinion. Imagine my loud delight when we got to the checkout counter and the guy said it was $2.50. Half off all silver labels that week. My yelp of happiness may or may not have embarrassed my husband.

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We took a little drive out to Smith Rock, mecca of rock climbers everywhere.

Just a little bit beautiful, non?

Frozen fog

Here in the Pacific Northwest, we have some unique weather conditions. Because of the dampness, when it gets really cold we get some crazy things like freezing rain, which is a most treacherous weather condition. The raindrops freeze as soon as they touch a cold surface, such as a car, the road, or a path, resulting in a solid and slippery sheet of ice.

A more benign condition is freezing fog, which I observed for the first time one night a few years ago when my mum was staying with us. I went outside for some reason after dark, and in the light of the porch light the air was sparkling. All of the droplets of fog were frozen, still suspended in the air and reflecting the light. We all gathered out by the front door and it was quite magical.

A couple of weeks ago, I had spent the weekend out at Vista House with Jeff, along with several of the offspring and dogs. I hitched a ride home with Sam and Charlie, and when we left it was foggy and verrrry cold. Cold is a norm for that part of the country, but it is usually dry. The fog covered everything with white crystals.

A few miles later, the blue sky was starting to show through, but it still wasn't warm enough to melt the ice.

We stopped for gas and for Sam to buy some munchies, so I grabbed a quick snap of some bare branches.

 

The next morning, we had our own bit of freezing fog, and all the cobwebs had grown crystals.

The rhodies had a fine dusting too.

The poor roses were a little optimistic, weren't they?

It makes for some pretty photos, but I was almost thankful when the rain came back and the temperatures warmed up.

Remember how Jeff forgot our anniversary?
These arrived a couple of days later.
Not that there was anything to forgive.

Seriously scrumptious scones

Why I cannot resist alliteration, I do not know.

First of all, a shout-out to the shy readers who hit the "like" button at the bottom of my posts. I really blog for myself, but my little heart goes pitter-pat when I see those votes of confidence, so thank you!
And, of course, you commenters are awesome, even though I claim to have relinquished my emotional attachment to comments and stats.

I have been working at eating more healthily lately, and if you know me, you know I like my treats. I can only eat so many bowls of soup and soaked oatmeal and the like before I have to have a treat!
So I am going to post some recipes that I've enjoyed lately.
My main goal is to eat much less processed foods and more whole foods. This is a fairly attainable goal for me because I have always loved to cook and bake and experiment with recipes. My big disclaimer is that I rarely make a recipe the same way twice and so it's hard for me to give exact quantities. If you don't mind a bit of experimenting, come along for the ride.

The first recipe is a scone recipe that was already "healthied up" by another blogger. Her original version is here, but I chose to leave out the caramel topping (why go to all that trouble of cutting down on sugar then add caramel?) and it was still great.
If you want to check out the Oregon Cottage blog, she has many great recipes and craft and decorating ideas.

Now, isn't your mouth watering for that lovely dense, moist crumb?

Double Apple Scones

3 c whole wheat pastry flour (regular whole wheat won't give as tender a scone)

1/3 c brown sugar 

1/2 tsp salt

1 tbs BP

1/2 tsp cinnamon

1/2 c cold butter, cut into little pieces

3/4 c peeled and grated apple

2 large eggs, preferably from somebody's happy hen

1 tsp vanilla

1/2 c unsweetened applesauce

1/2 c raisins

milk for brushing tops

cinnamon sugar for sprinkling

Mix butter into first five ingredients as you would for pastry, then lightly mix in remaining ingredients.

I like to use a Silpat for patting out the scone dough and then I just lift it all onto the baking sheet. Sprinkle the Silpat lightly with flour first, as the dough is sticky. Pat or roll out the dough to fit the Silpat and lightly score into squares. Be careful not to cut into the mat. I ruined my first one this way!

Brush dough with milk, the creamier the better, and sprinkle lightly with cinnamon sugar.

It's not a bad idea to cover and let the dough sit for a while at this point, as it makes a softer scone. 

When you're ready to bake them, do it for 20 minutes or so at 400 degrees, until the middle ones are cooked all the way through. Don't over-bake, as they will be dry.

Yucky. We don't want dry scones.

Eat as soon as you can, and share with a friend, or the choir, or the football team, as they are much better when fresh.

I made some pumpkin-chocolate chip scones using the same recipe, substituting 1 c pureed pumpkin or squash for the two kinds of apple and, of course, chocolate chips for the raisins.

YUMMY!

Now, go make some of these and bring me some when you're done.

Thank you.

Next time: Irresistible Graham Crackers.

The sports fan

Our Josh is a true-blue sports fan.

He comes by the trait honestly, from his Dad.  The child has been keeping track of game scores for several years now, surprising us all with his affinity for numbers at an early age.

His birthday present from Nana and Papa this year was an outing with Papa to a Timbers' game in September.

Yep, running just a little behind in the journaling part of the blog. 

The Timbers are Portland's soccer players. I think soccer may be Josh's favourite game, so I went through all kinds of conniptions finding tickets on the secondary market, as all of the games were already sold out for the season. That's how fanatical Portlanders are about their Timbers!

I was very noble and let Jeff do the honours on this one.

Did you catch my sarcasm there? Because you know how I love sports!

I made the boy some oatmeal gf/df cookies to take for snacks, figuring there would be little that he could eat at the game.

Plus, I'm cheap like that.

And I made him a smoothie, which he didn't finish all the way so he took it with him to drink in the car.

I found it in Jeff's car in a curdled clump a few days later.

That boy!

Yep, there's that smoothie cup!

He is just as cute as can be, and gets so enthused about sports that I have to chuckle.

The seats were in the nosebleed section but the view was great and they took binoculars.

So much for my frugal leanings. Papa just had to buy him a Timbers hat that was a little on the side of large.

He looks as cool as a cucumber, doesn't he?

We love this boy.

Alone again, naturally

Hands up if you remember Gilbert O'Sullivan, the Irish singer who was known for his gorgeous ballads.

His lyrics were expressive and his melodies were fluid and mellow. 

Unfortunately, as happened to so many musicians, his fame dwindled quickly. Although he still writes and performs, his star has never risen to its former heights.

This song, from 1972, takes me right back to my sixteen-year-old self.

I was rarely out of love in those days. If I had to count, I'd say I have loved deeply five times in my life. 

One was a whim: short-lived, passionate, and ill-considered.

One was unrequited but lasted for years, in between other romances.

Two were of relatively long duration and necessitated a similar recovery time.

Time when songs like this resonated with and validated my pain. 

But then, thirty-three years ago yesterday, I married my best love of all.

Flashback:

Being the advanced age of  twenty-three, I could hardly believe that I was finally getting married. I was just about the last of all my friends to achieve that desirable status, you see. In my disbelief, I found so many excuses to call Jeff on the morning of our marriage that he eventually got a bit annoyed with me.

True story.

But he still showed up to the wedding.

This Christmas, I was blown away by this gift.

It contains all of the letters I wrote to Mum in the first two years we were married. Bethany spent many hours scanning letters and photos and formatting the book, and the other kids contributed to the cost.

I have loved reading over the letters and reminiscing about those bitter-sweet days, when we were always money-poor but surrounded by love and, in quick succession, two wee babies. I had forgotten so much about my babies and the many hardships through which we clambered in our early days. I've been feeling a bit Alzheimer-ish, as my mind has been lingering in the genesis of our life together, colouring my "now" with shades of the past.

Just for a kick, and for your edification, I unearthed a few oldies-but-goodies and did a little creative editing to jazz them up.

Which reminds me, Bethany, the photo collection was a little slim. Are you the culprit?

Here we are, pre-marriage, on a hill in Auckland somewhere.

My sister probably took this photo.

Here we are with our first baby, Bethany, who was only a day old.

Wow, we were a lot prettier back then!

And then we were four.

And five. Little Charlie is not there yet, but our beloved Uncle (Grampa) Charlie is there instead.

And Nana.

On one of our weekend getaways, in Jacksonville.

The leggings are awesome, which is why I cropped them out.

Crop tool is my friend.

And here we all are with our first adored grandbaby, McKenzie!

We don't often dress up for Halloween, but I think we did ourselves proud in this one. I don't even remember where we were. Does anyone recognize the chandelier? 

Jeff looks quite dashing with a mo.

The Pirate and the Geisha.

Wait, that is Jeff, isn't it?

Just because I like this one.

On the Trail of the Couer d'Alenes.

Morning hike in the Redwoods, where it was dark enough to need a flash.

Which may explain our glazed expressions.

About halfway through the day yesterday I remembered that it was the 26th. 

I was leaving for a meeting, so as I kissed Jeff goodbye I said, Happy Anniversary dear!

Oh, right, I forgot. 

He seemed rather abashed.

He's never quite recovered from forgetting our 25th, when I had gone all out with a thoughtful present and nice dinner and he completely blew it. 

That's okay, I said. I know, let's buy a house for our anniversary!

Good idea, he said.

So we did!

And I am all alone again, naturally, as he is back in Central Oregon after a weekend at home.

P.S. I think maybe the Geisha was at a Bunco party at the B's. Feel free to confirm that fact if you know.