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Friday’s Fantabulously Friendly Fill-Ins

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
KALI……ORANGE

A law I would like to see passed is…….a law making Catnip, British Columbia’s national plant.  Then give every cat here, their very own plant.                                                                                Life as it is today.

 

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.

3. With Summer unofficially here, …...planting the veggie garden is a must as the weather is warm so the plants will sprout ahead when the rains come.
                                                                                                
Here I am in the pea patch last year.  Such a peaceful place to sleep.
4. A favourite Summer memory is……catching mice over at the retired mechanic’s backyard.  I can sleep under the vehicles. or stalk mice.  His backyard is way more fun than ours.
                                                                       
   There you have it my friends.  This was cool so thanks to Ellen and Anna for this opportunity.  
                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

 

Shopping Around The World…March Edition

This month Phenny from Easy Blog  is offering Shopping Around The World for Bacon of Piglove blog.  Aside from putting down the prices we are suppose to make up a delicious sweet and tasty dessert.                                                                       

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 9 inch graham cracker pie crust is $3.48                                                                                

A box of Key Lime Pudding

A 25 gram box  $3.97                                                                               

Two eggs

a dozen large eggs $2.25 so 2 eggs will be $0.40                                                                

Can of Whipping Cream…light  hehe

225 grams $3.52                                                                                 

There….you are armed and dangerous.  I’m just supervising mom to see how she messes up. MOL

INSTRUCTIONS:

1/ First we take the pie shell and brush the two egg whites that have been whisked together on the inside of the crust.   Then put the crust into a preheated oven at 350F for five minutes

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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.

4/  Pour your key lime pudding into the graham cracker pie crust when both are cool.                                                                                
5/ Refrigerate the pie and filling for 2 hours.                                                                     Ta Da…done.  Enjoy!

A nice decoration on the Key Lime Pie is a sprig of nip or a small duck that quacks out the virtues of sweets.

May your pie not have a fur coat but
if it does braid the fur and chow down.                                                                       

 

Where’s Your Easter Spirit?

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.

That's more like the type of designs on the eggs!!

That’s more like the type of designs on the eggs!!

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.