That’s How the Cookie Crumbles

My Kitchen Needs a Video Crew on Thanksgiving

Penguin cookie decorated as a turkey for Thanksgiving
Penguin cookie with Thanksgiving turkey decorations

Rushing to finish my Thanksgiving cooking list, Pumpkin Pie, Frosted Apple Pie Slices, Sweet-potato Puff, and a bowl of Romaine Crunchy Salad, I skidded out of control.

I hit the first curve when Shep reported on Fox News, “Just in! ALL Romaine lettuce – RECALLED!”

Yikes! Hubby ran to Wal-Mart to return two packages of Romaine bought for Thanksgiving’s Romaine Crunchy Salad. I ran to our favorite neighborhood grocer for gourmet lettuce to replace Romaine.

Then, as I rushed to whip the sweet potatoes with my KitchenAid, I flipped the speed to high with my left hand and I pulled the lock lever to lock the mixing bowl with my right hand. Unfortunately, I had not seated the bowl into the locking groove at the bottom of the mixer stand.

My sweet potatoes went flying. The bowl flipped and wedged against its base at a 45-degree angle. The motor froze.

I panicked, of course. Fortunately hubby saw this as an opportunity to employ his engineering skills and ran to the garage for tools.

He entered the kitchen armed with a giant paint-stir stick in one hand and a rubber mallet in the other. Within minutes, my mixing bowl was freed, and my KitchenAid was safe to operate. Continue reading That’s How the Cookie Crumbles

Life Begins at 80!

Life begins at 80 image

Life Begins at 80! Won’t that be grand!

clipping of a column by Frank Charles Laubach on being 80 years old
Frank Laubach writing on the joys of being 80!

I discovered a newspaper clipping by Frank Laubach in a box from the attic. It’s yellow with age.

I know the article held a matter of importance to the person who clipped it because it’s laminated with plastic for preservation. Reading it is like seeing a rainbow – a gleaming light – at the end of the tunnel.

Chicago columnist Frank Charles Laubach, who lived to be 85, offers his  perspective on growing old, with a smile.
With tongue in cheek,  he substantiates the premise that —at any age — our well-being  is merely a state of mind.

Life Begins at 80 by Frank Laubach

Birthday cake wishing you a merry 80 years - Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday!

I have good news for you. The first 80 years are the hardest. The second 80 are a succession of birthday parties.
Once you reach 80, everyone wants to carry your baggage and help you up the steps. If you forget your name or anybody’s name, or an appointment, or your own telephone number, or promise to be three places at the same time, or can’t remember how many grandchildren you have, you need only explain that you are 80.
Being 80 is a lot better than being 70. At 70, people are mad at you for everything. At 80, you have a perfect excuse, no matter what you do. If you act foolishly, it’s your second childhood. Everybody is looking for symptoms of softening of the brain.
Being 70 is no fun at all. At that age, they expect you to retire to a house in Florida and complain about your arthritis and you ask everybody to stop mumbling because you can’t understand them. (Actually, your hearing is about 50 percent gone.)
If you survive until you are 80, everybody is surprised you are still alive. They treat you with respect just for having lived so long. Actually, they seem surprised you can walk and talk sensibly.
So please, folks, try to make it to 80. It’s the best time of life. People forgive you for anything. If you ask me, life begins at 80. —Frank Laubach

One-Hundred Years is the Frosting on the Cake!

Cartoon in New Yorker, Dec. 11, 1978, on page 57. Caption, My goodness. Is it one hundred years already. By James Mulligan
“My goodness! Is it one hundred years already?”

Source: New Yorker, Dec. 11, 1978; pg. 57; cartoonist, James Mulligan

Seniors Only

I attended a senior’s luncheon in Branson at a community center where luncheons always begin with announcements, the Pledge of Allegiance, prayer, and a joke.

Joke of the Day – 
Two duffers were playing golf when an 80-year-old woman streaked across the greens in her birthday suit.

Golfer 1: Did you see that woman?
Golfer 2: Yup!
Golfer 1: What was she wearing?
Golfer 2: Don’t know. Whatever it was, it needs ironing!

After lunch, Darrell and I played a round of golf. A few geese streaked across the greens in their birthday suits

There were goldfish in the pond and the sun was shining. Another lovely day in the Ozarks!

Laugh Out Loud

Trust you have friends to laugh-out-loud with, where you double over in laughter at least once a week.
So … I was at a Chamber of Commerce meeting with a speaker from Google, speaking on Web options for small business enterprises.
As all fine public speakers, she punctuated her remarks with a joke.
Q: What did the fish say when he ran into a wall?
A: Dam.
clown fish with red nose illustrates laugh out loud with friends