Tuesday, November 28, 2006
This is copied from the SJCPL blog. Hi, my name is Lori, and I am not a culinary goddess. After kitchen mishaps both at home and at the workplace, I have earned the endearing nickname of Scorch, mainly due to scorched or rather, carcinogenic popcorn that brought in the fire department one afternoon. My mother, in her attempts to domesticate her youngest daughter, signed us up for a class at the new Martin's Supermarket on Heritage Drive in Mishawaka. The title of the class was Forget Cooking! An Introduction to Raw Food Cuisine. Here's a link for other classes and past recipes: http://www.martins-supermarkets.com/schoolofcooking/ Before we left for class, my father jokingly offered up the fire extinguisher. Thanks, Dad, for the vote of confidence, but we're playing with cold vegetables tonight. Everything will be fine. The class was interesting. Hosted by Chef Michele Dahms, the class was in lecture format (probably to preserve this gorgeous supermarket from popcorn mishaps). We were greeted with bottled water, an apron, a plate, fork, and spoon for sampling. Also included are five recipes and a list of ingredients to make them. The class lasted an hour and a half. We observed, asked questions, and sampled the food. Did you know you can make pudding by mixing avacados and bananas? Did you know you can make Chocolate Mousse out of avacados? I learned something tonight. There's hope for me after all. Meanwhile, if you are interested in sampling other vegan cuisine, check out Vegan Planet: 400 Irresistible Recipes with Fantastic Flavors from Home and Around the World by Robin Robertson at your favorite library location. Warning: you may need to turn on the stove.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Hi There, My poor husband granted me permission to tell this story. It is a good one, as I giggle while describing our latest mis-adventure. Last Sunday we enjoyed the day off together, reading the newspaper and getting ready to watch Shrek 2.(On an aside note, I loved the 2nd one even more. I adore Puss-n-Boots.) Anyhoo, whenever I clean, I always carry a plastic bag for recycled paper. As a writer, I tend to accumulate paper, especially through jotted notes of inspiration. (The plastic bag plays a key role in this story, so bear with me.) This plastic bag was located near the chair on the front porch. I forgot to dispose of the bag. Before we watched Shrek 2, we let our three lovely spoiled felines out for a bit of what we call "porch-time." Well, we crack the door open so they can enter and exit at will. (We do not have extended porch time in the winter.) Java nonchalantly stretched on the arm of the couch, paw extended. Jack and Latte opted for the adventures of the porch. When Steve stepped onto the porch to herd the fur children inside, he informed me the bag was wiggling and Jack and Latte sniffed around the bag. (The phrase "I smell a rat" can be inserted here. *Giggle*) I heard a shriek from the porch. Could that be my deep-voiced husband? Apparently, a large brown mouse with a long brown tail leaped out the bag and scampered across the floor. Two of my brave feline hunters ran inside and halfway up the stairs. Steve slammed the door to the house and opened the outside door to the porch. I peered out the window and he was looking around for this apparent creature. He came back in and told me what happened. I started to giggle. I couldn't help it. I asked him if there was anything *giggle* I could do to help. I suggested to take Jack and Latte out with him again. (Java was uninterested. She was supervising from the comfortable arm of the chair.) So Steve and I herded the cats outside again. While Steve was looking around the porch, both cats took refuge on two couches on the porch, and drifted off for an afternoon nap. So much for our brave mousers. Steve found a small opening and covered it. We still never found that mouse and I never saw it. So I am teasing Steve that it was a "Ghost Mouse" hence the title of this story. As always, Steve is a saint and great material for our adventures. Love, Lolo
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Hi there, Google restructured this site. That's why I haven't posted recently. I experienced the "blog blues" until this morning! Sounds like a title of a song... I'm glad the elections are over! I grew weary of all the signs in the yards and the smearing tv ads. I have a new appreciation for regular tv commercials. The results were nail-biting and interesting. I'm grateful democracy still works and that so many people turned out to vote. I wanted to dedicate this blog to a friend who passed over on Election Day. She went out with a bang, God rest her soul. Fauntelle, you will always be the book club goddess, wherever you may be. Thank you for your friendship. Love, Lori
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