Archive | November 2016

Garlic, Parmesan and a Pickle Story

Boy, today’s word (Pungent) reminds me instantaneously of my husband, and no, it has nothing to do with the fact that he smells bad, if that’s what you are thinking.  It’s because he is likely one of the most sensitive people who I know of, to scents especially.  If something doesn’t agree with his sniffer, it’s a no-go!  Not so much as a morsel or sip of something will dare to touch his lips, if his nose does not agree.  Clearly, when the big guy upstairs was dishing out snouts, his was given a more than heightened sense of smell.  And, let’s face it, for most of us it is true that smell has a lot to do with whether or not we wish to taste certain dishes over others.   Many things, in fact, are associated with our sense of smell–the good, the bad, and the ugly, and thanks to it, we can even detect danger, etc.  Needless to say, it’s an important part of our human experience.  If you need any convincing, just think back to a time when you suffered from a cold or flu and couldn’t smell or taste anything.  Not pleasant, was it?

Of course, the other things that come to mind with respect to the word pungent are garlic and parmesan–both of which I love separately and together even, but WOWeeee!!!–do they ever stick with you!  I don’t know what it is about them exactly, but they just seem to seep into every pore of your body and then some.  There’s no sneaking around when it comes to those two ingredients.  Everyone around you knows (sometimes for a day or two) when you’ve consumed either, no guessing required–maybe just some extra personal space and/or breath mints;-)  Then again, if you are trying to keep others at bay, a hearty helping of spaghetti and garlic toast might just be in order.  On the flip side of things, if you are ever on a diet, you best not indulge in any secret late-night nibble sessions of garlic or cheese because you will be found out immediately! Read More…


I’m Standing on the Precipice

A Climate Change Concept Image Read More…

Shortbread, Of Course

It’s Not This Time of Year Without…


….Shortbread Cookies:-).

My whole lifelong, I would say that these delicious, buttery, little melt-in-your-mouth delights have been the one staple that really hasn’t changed for us as a must-have Christmas tradition.  Ever since I can remember, there have always been a tin of these around–usually many, in fact, as each batch that was baked just seemed to up and disappear, if you know what I mean;-).

Everyone has their own way of baking them of course, and we fancied the whipped kind with either coloured sugar, as shown, or with quartered candied cherries pressed into the tops.  My mom used to make them all pretty-like by piping them through a decorator’s bag, but I have resorted to the simple drop version, which are just as yummy and a lot less time.  (Bless my mom’s soul and seemingly endless bounds of energy to do all that she did at the very same age that I am now.  Crazy to think of, really.)

Over time, whether Christmas has been spent at home or afar (the latter in more recent years), shortbread has always been in the picture even when the scene itself has varied from the northerly cold and snow to the southerly hot and beachy.  Luckily, I am not one bit discriminatory when it comes to where I can eat these all-time favourite cookies.  It really doesn’t matter to me whether I’m overlooking the vast, ocean waters or I am all cozied up in my recliner/rocker avoiding the frosty air, they taste delightful either way.

“No More….”

Ten years ago, I would have jumped at the opportunity to partake in all of the Black Friday sales had they have existed back then, as living in Canada it’s only a recent notion that has caught on from down south.  (Of course, local retailers cannot resist the opportunity to capitalize off of the grand marketing scheme but, I digress….). Yes, I guess it would be fair to say that my affinity for shopping has been lifelong.  And so, in my 30’s, I would have been up at the crack of dawn (which for me is always a notable feat) and I would have had my route and wish list of items all planned out.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I still LOVE a good deal–I think it’s in my blood, as my mom is the same way, but time has a way of changing things. Read More…

Hawaiian Haiku


We got so Scorched,

While on our Hawaiian porch,

O’ torch of the hot sun.



One Way to Get Noticed (If you are a Cat)



Perhaps just a little Ostentatious, isn’t she?  We love her just the same:-).

Towel Turned Teddy Bear?! (Easy, Personalized Gift Idea)

Magic, skill or creativity?  Maybe all three?


Can’t really take credit for any of the above, but this past summer, we did manage to create this cute little guy thanks to a video that I came across on how to turn an everyday, beige hand towel into a huggable, lovable bear.  A few folds, twists, rubber bands, adornments et voilà!  A custom, hand-made teddy ready to provide love and comfort to a loved one:-).  Perhaps a great craft or gift idea for this time of the year?  Inexpensive, personal and quick!  Here’s the video ‘how-to’ thanks to Cookies in the Sky:

Please feel free to pass along to those who might also enjoy making this adorable little bear!

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