It’s not what ya think.
‘Tis the season of bountiful harvest and abundance.
So it’s fitting that my mind overfloweth! With thoughts of gratitude, creativity and how to express them in my (newish) home and to those around me.
Take jalapeño poppers.
Not the most traditional fare on Thanksgiving, admittedly. But then, neither was my Thanksgiving.
Worked a half-day at a job I love. Gratitude! Returned home to a much-improved domestic situation — more gratitude! — to resume creating my fabric window treatments.
Then in the evening bopped down to the saloon for the regular Thursday music and our gang of four, five including myself.
Only turkey in my sight Thursday was a drumstick leftover from a potluck four days prior. I picked at it at work. Fed little pieces to Caesar the cat at the radio station. That was the extent of my traditional holiday fare.
Jalapeño poppers are a blast to make. Plus they’re light. And super-tasty with beer. I reckoned they were the perfect fare for folks with tummies heavy with Thanksgiving feast.
I’ve a poppers post pending plus pix. So wait for it.
Meanwhile, these thoughts of gratitude and creativity overfloweth.
On the long list is my job at the radio station (currently 11 hours a week with hints of more, possibly 8 — yes! — in the wind), my coworkers and of course Caesar the station cat.
So today kisses are on the agenda.
Candy cane kisses from Hersheys.
Y’all have seen ’em. In bowls at workplaces, offices, parties, atop cookies and cakes.
Those red-and-white peppermint droplets dressed for the season in their finest foil.
Butter. The sole glitch.
A half-cup reads the recipe on the bag. So one cube, softened.
So late last night after work I set the butter on a dish near a window that gets good morning sun. So it’d be all nice ‘n’ soft by the time I got up around noon.
Hard as a rock!
Might as well’ve just stored it in the fridge! Tells ya everything ya need to know about the climate.
Not wanting to turn on the oven (don’t have a microwave) or melt the butter but just soften it, I did the McGyver thang.
Set the unwrapped butter cube in a bowl.
Set the bowl atop the heater floor vent.
Set a box on top of the bowl to trap the heat.
Turned the furnace up just a smidge.
And of course the force of air sent the box sailing!
So I grabbed the first heavy object I could think of to weight the box down.
See!? Like opening a Christmas gift but knowing what’s inside.
Softened butter. Courtesy of the furnace and thank you, furnace! Bet you don’t read about a McGyver oven every day!
Off to bake kisses of gratitude. Toodles for now.