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I suppose you could consider me a “foodie”. I enjoy yummy, delicious foods and am usually willing to try new dishes (as long as they’re not too spicy, since spicy doesn’t agree with me much anymore). And I do enjoy cooking and baking and trying out new recipes. When I started using a crock pot and an air fryer (both of which I really enjoy using) I went looking for recipes and came across the website and app Yummly, and I really like it. I have found so many recipes on there that I have saved, and many that I have used frequently, like a crock pot lasagna, air fryer pork chops, air fryer chicken breasts, easy Korean ground beef, chicken parmesan, ….. I don’t know if I will be able to get through and try all the recipes I have saved, though. And there are so many other recipes on the site to look through and being added every day, that I’m sure the number of saved recipes I have will keep growing. And since I don’t have a big family to cook for, I’m always looking for simple, easy recipes, and Yummly hasn’t disappointed me yet.
Because I do have a sweet tooth, I like to bake, and frequently make brownies, cakes, pies, and cookies (but not from scratch – I’m not that good!) And because I’m a chocoholic, often the cakes, cookies, and pies are chocolate. For Christmas, I made sugar cookies and snickerdoodles, which of course were yummy. I would have made more things, but I didn’t have the time.
I fixed my first glazed spiral sliced ham yesterday for Christmas. I’ve fixed hams before, but had never glazed one before. Thankfully it turned out well and the brown sugar glaze was quite yummy.
I hope everyone enjoyed a yummy Christmas dinner and yummy Christmas desserts yesterday, too.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “yum”:
Marcia stepped back and eyed the freshly decorated Christmas tree. With a smile and a nod, she proclaimed, “Perfect! It’s done!”
Ian stepped up beside her and looked the tree over. “It looks great, Marcia,” he said with a nod. “You did a great job. I just hope it’ll be safe with you-know-who around.”
“Don’t worry. I made sure to keep any breakable ornaments off the bottom branches. It should be ok.”
“I hope you’re right. You know how much mischief he can get into.”
“Well, he is still young, you know.”
“It’ll be fine. Now come on, we have cookies to make.”
They went to the kitchen and began making Christmas cookies. They’d just finished putting the first batch in the oven when the sudden sound of breaking glass came from the living room. With a groan, they hurried from the kitchen to go check it out.
The sight that greeted them brought them to a sudden halt. Broken ornaments littered the floor around the tree. But the most shocking sight was the back half of a calico cat sticking out of the middle of the tree, wriggling as if he was trying to get further into the tree but was stuck.
“Oh my gosh!” Marcia exclaimed “Loki! What did you do!”
A plaintive mew escaped the tree, as if saying, “Don’t just stand there! Help me!”
Ian laughed. “I warned you, Marcia! He’s good at getting into mischief!”
Marcia gave him the side-eye then told him, “Just help me get him out of there, preferably without breaking any more ornaments.”
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “tree”:
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He was walking home when he heard the faint cries of a cat in distress coming from a nearby park. Curious and worried, he followed the sound to a tree. Looking around, he spotted a scared kitten stuck on a low branch. He hadn’t climbed a tree in a long time, but the kitten’s plaintive cries spurred him into action. He climbed up and grabbed the kitten, then carefully made his way back down. As he reached the ground, he gave thanks that he was able to rescue the kitten and that he hadn’t had to climb very far. Otherwise, there might have been two creatures stuck up the tree in distress.
This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “distress”:
Wishing everyone a very happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy your meal, but also the company of family and friends, and be sure to count your blessings and all you’re thankful for.
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She hadn’t been in a festive mood and hadn’t done any decorating all season, causing her neighbors to start calling her Scrooge. But when her soldier husband called the day before Christmas Eve and said he would be able to come home for Christmas after all, she was zealous in her efforts to get all the decorating done.
This day-late post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “zealous”:
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“What’s up?” Jerry asked as he sat down at the table across from David. “You sounded anxious on the phone.”
David took a big drink of his beer and stared at the table top as he collected his thoughts. Two empty beer steins sat on the table beside him. Around him, bar patrons laughed and chatted, and David wished he could stop worrying and join them.
“Denise has been acting weird lately,” David finally said.
“I don’t know. She’s kind of evasive, I guess. She cancels dates suddenly. And she seems distracted sometimes when we’re talking. And I’ve overheard her on some odd phone calls. When I ask her about them, she just gives vague answers or changes the topic. I wish I knew what was going on. Things are usually so black and white with her. She’s always been like an open book. There’s nothing gray about her. So it’s not like her to be so mysterious.”
Jerry started to answer, but David cut him off. “I know what you’re going to say, Jerry, and I promise you that’s not it. She’d never do that. We’re totally committed to each other.”
Jerry started to say something, but David again cut him off. “You know what I need to do, Jerry?” He leaned back in his seat and rubbed his templed. “I need to use my little gray cells to try to figure out what’s going on with her.” He started to hum to himself as he continued to rub his temples.
Jerry watched him for a moment and slowly shook his head. He debated whether or not to tell David. He’d made a promise to keep it a secret, but he’d had no idea Denise’s plan would affect David like this. And though it’d only be for one more day, he wasn’t sure if David could take it any more if he didn’t tell him. After a moment, he decided.
With a sigh, Jerry placed a newspaper on the table in front of David. “Hey, Poirot,” he said. “The answer’s right here in black and white.”
David sat up and blinked. “Huh?” he mumbled. “Where?”
Jerry pointed to the newspaper. “Right here. See?”
David stared at the newspaper in confusion. “I don’t see it.”
Jerry shook his head and pointed again. “Here. See the date?”
“Yeah. So? What about it?”
Jerry rolled his eyes and wondered how an Agatha Christie fan could be so dense. “It’s today’s date. What’s tomorrow?”
David blinked his eyes as he thought about it. When he finally figured it out, his jaw dropped. “You mean…”
Jerry nodded. “Right. She’s been planning a surprise birthday party for you, you dope.”
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “black, gray and white”:
Katie was new at the shelter and being shown around by her manager, Jill. They had just finished touring the kitten room and were heading towards the back when they came to a open doorway. Katie paused to look inside.
The room was brightly lit and at the back was a table with a white backdrop. A tall young man stood in front of the table with a camera. Crouched on the table was a black cat that didn’t look all that pleased to be there, especially with the Santa hat on.
“What’s going on?” Katie asked
The man snapped a picture then turned to her, taking her by surprise momentarily with his good looks and bright blue eyes. “I’m taking pictures for the website,” he told her. “We’re trying to get some festive photos of some of our less adoptable animals to help find them homes.”
Katie stepped inside, with Jill right behind her. “Great idea. That cat doesn’t look too happy, though.”
“Yeah. He can be a bit of a grouch, and camera shy. But he’s a black cat, so we really need to get him up on the site. They’re not as adoptable because of silly superstitions, and his color makes it harder to get good photos. He’s the first one I’m doing. He’s been here a long time and I’d love to get a good photo of him and help him find a home. Despite his grouchiness, he is a really great cat and deservers a forever home.”
“Have you tried getting him to play while getting a photo? Something to distract him and show off his personality?”
“You know, that’s a good idea. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before. Maybe you could give me a hand? You could play with him while I take the picture.”
“I’d love to. Just don’t get me in the picture, please. I’m a little camera shy, as well, and don’t like having my picture taken.”
“Really?” he replied with a spark of humor in his eyes. “A pretty girl like you doesn’t like having her picture taken?”
She gave him a small, teasing smile. “Surprisingly, yes.”
“That’s a shame because I think it might be good to have you in the photo with him. Besides showing his playful side, it’d show he’s not afraid of people, too, and that might help draw attention to him.”
Katie hesistated but Jill chimed in with, “I think that’s a great idea, Matt!”
“How about it?” Matt asked. “Will you do it? To help the cat?”
After a moment’s consideration, Katie nodded. “To help the cat.”
Jill grabbed a string toy from her pocket and handed it to Katie.
Katied walked over to the table and positioned herself beside it. Matt readied his digital camera while Katie began whispering to the black cat and dangling a string beside it. She played with the string, making it move enticingly along the tabletop. The cat watched it, then began to play with it, batting at it then chasing after it as Katie moved it around. Katie smiled as the cat played.
As she drew it up in the air, the cat reached up after it, and Katie laughed. Matt snapped a picture of her and the cat.
“That was great!” Matt said. “Want to see?”
Katie gave the cat a treat and pocketed the string, then went over to Matt. He showed her the picture on camera’s view screen. “I think it turned out great,” he said. “Don’t you?”
Katie had to agree, it was a good photo, showing the cat being playful and not afraid at all. And she didn’t look all that bad in photo, either, as she’d been afraid of. “Yes, I think it will look great on the website.”
“Would you like to stay and help me take photos with some of the other animals?”
Katie hesistated. She’d actually had fun with the photo shoot and she’d like to help out more of the animals. She also found herself wanting to spend a little more time with good-looking Matt and get know him a little better. But she hadn’t finished her tour of the shelter yet.
She turned to Jill to ask her if it be okay, but before she could say anything, Jill said, “Go ahead, Katie. Helping the animals is more important than finishing your tour. We can do that later.”
Then Jill gave her a knowing wink and left.
Katie turned to Matt. “Well, then. I guess we have some work to do. I’m Katie, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you Katie,” Matt said with a smile. “I’m Matt. Let’s get started, then.”
Katie smiled. “Yes, let’s.”
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “cam”:
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