Ellen from 15 and Meowing and Annie from McGuffy’s Reader have given us four sentences to fill in with the way we see things. We plan to take turns and let you know how we feel. SHOKO…..BLACK
2. My favorite card game is…..Go Fish…I love fishing. I f I could catch a salmon….I’d be set for life. We’re waiting patiently for the fish to drop from the sky. Mom says that the mama fish drops a whole pile of eggs and then they hatch. C’mon a whole bunch of eggs drop into the pool. We’re waiting. MOL Ok Kali my turn..you go rest your paws.
We decided to do one of our more challenging pies with our friends. We are not a dessert family unless we buy it. Then look out we can gobble down sweets like your average turkey. Our pie is Key Lime Pie and it is delicious.
All items purchased at The Real Canadian Superstore.
You will need a graham cracker pie crust.
A box of Key Lime Pudding
Can of Whipping Cream…light hehe
There….you are armed and dangerous. I’m just supervising mom to see how she messes up. MOL
2/ Take the Key Lime pudding and mix according to the recipe. You will be using your left over yolks here. Follow the recipe on the package of pudding. After making the pudding wait for a few minutes to see if it is thickening.
3/ Meanwhile your pie crust is ready and you should cool it off while your pudding is thickening.
A nice decoration on the Key Lime Pie is a sprig of nip or a small duck that quacks out the virtues of sweets.
We posted this experience early last year. It’s true and a good read for a happy day. Have fun my friends.
There have been many comical moments in my mom’s life. Many of them are not nice to talk about and she’s the only one that thought they were funny anyway….or so I’ve been told. This incident happened many moons ago…in the 80’s. Dad was working out-of-town and would come home every 4 or 5 days to visit with mom. Usually he was just home for the night until his turnaround came. His turnaround was like 5 days at home and then back to work. That was construction in the boonies. There wasn’t the access to cell phones like now. Mobile phones were huge and cost a small fortune. So dad rarely called mom and when he did the conversation was very unsatisfactory. For example: “I love you” became…”I live less.” It was always nice to hear his voice though. This one year dad had come home and explained to mom that he had to work through Easter and wouldn’t be home for days afterward so mom decided to boil up some eggs, decorate them and put them all through his flat deck one ton truck. She made the designs with the paint and brushes, got the stencils for the hard ones. They were beautiful…according to mom.
Mom decided to hide the eggs in dad’s truck, on his seat, under the seat covers, on the visors, in the glove compartment, one on the floor by the gas peddle…you get the idea. Well, dad left real early the next day before mom was up and motored back to work. That evening mom got a phone call from dad and he was fuming mad. She was delighted to hear from him…until he told her why he was calling. Apparently she hadn’t cooked the eggs long enough before putting the designs on them and disbursing them throughout the truck. He had jumped in the truck and broke the first egg…no sweat, he thought, I’ll just change my jeans. That done he got back in the truck and headed up the mountain dirt road toward the camp. He quickly applied the gas and broke another egg. The sun was shining in his eyes and so he pulled the visor down and a partially cooked, painted egg fell and cracked on his lap. What did mom do when he told her?? She laughed her fool head off. What can I say…that’s my mom.