Saturday, April 21, 2012

Mom's Blueberry Muffins

Pappy's patch in Oviedo has blueberries in addition to the strawberries this year, so we took advantage of the late season (for Florida) picking this morning and brought home nearly two pounds. That's two pounds in addition to the pint Mom shared with me from her pick last week. We hit the berry lotto this week!

With so many berries I thought I'd make muffins and maybe a cobbler (if we don't eat them all by the handful first!). You know a recipe is good when you've written out measurements for a double or triple batch next to the original. Such is Mom's recipe for blueberry muffins.

Blueberry Muffins

1 egg
1/2 cup milk
1/4 cup salad oil (I use Canola)
1 1/2 cup flour
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 tsp. salt
1 cup blueberries

Pre-heat oven to 400. Whisk together milk, egg and oil. Combine dry ingredients. Mix together to create thick batter. Fold in blueberries. Line muffin pan with muffin cups. Spoon 1-2 heaping tablespoons into muffin cups. Bake for 20-25 minutes.




Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Driving Miss Daisy

Saturday afternoon I found an ad for a black and white Shih Tzu girl. I'd been looking for about a month and dreaming of a new dog since soon after Lilly passed. I emailed the breeder about visiting and she replied, "How about tomorrow?"

Sunday found us driving north west on on 417and 408 and the Turnpike to 75. It was a day trip. We left prepared, pocket ready, money in hand. It was good we made the drive prepared.

Papers signed, photos taken we loaded up for the drive home. Rick, Collin and I played name that puppy nearly all the way.

"What about Tipsy?"
"No! Turtle? Turtle's fun."
"Those aren't flowers. I want a flower name, like..."
"Violet?"
"Lil Sucker? She's tiny that fits."
"Dad! We're not calling her Sucker!"
"Ivy?"
"Ivy's nice. Put that one on the list, Collin."
"Skunky! Thorn? How about Thistle?"
"No! Daisy!"
"Mom, you've been calling her Daisy for weeks. She's already Daisy isn't she?"
"She might be."
"What about Bean?"
"Bean is cute."
"She is tiny."

And so it went as we drove home from the Breeder's place with our new puppy. It was a long drive, so Rick entertained us with funny dog names: Lickey, Tripy, Chompy, Lil Sucker. He's good at getting our goat. Collin called a family vote once we reached the north side of town. He'd narrowed the list down and Daisy Bean won. She's maybe 3 pounds and has spring loaded little legs. She's met all of the grand parents and thankfully slept a solid six hours last night!

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Face Painting Smiles

Face painting at St. Luke's Lutheran Church
The line of parents, strollers and children winds across the basketball court, a sea of pastel, flower garden, plaid pants. Polished and smiling, the children dart between parents Easter baskets in hand.

I am set up with other face painting volunteers for the Sunday afternoon Easter Eggstravaganza at church. On my table are paint brushes, a Snazaroo palette of paints, paper towels. Silver glitter glints on a white plate as I swirl a brush in water and smile at the pink organza as a little girls poofs into the brown bucket seat   in front of me.

"Hi, what's your name?" I ask.

Eyes peek at me from under fresh clipped bangs, wisps of hair escape the barret. I lean forward to hear the soft-spoken name. Sometimes it's Chloe or Jasmine or Austin or Grant or Porter or Grace or Johnny.

"Would you like me to paint something on your cheek or one your hand?" I inquire.

Doe eyes look toward the ceiling, a glint of grin peeks across a cheek. Children reply on my cheek or my hand or my forehead or my WHOLE face! Answers (and Mommy's wishes) vary.

"What would you like me to paint today?" I display the painter's page of quick and easy Easter designs. Some take the bait, others dream: a unicorn, a penguin , Lightning McQueen, a zebra.

"A zebra, huh?" I stall trying to pull the shapes into my fingers. Dabbing a makeup sponge with white, I begin.  I  paint as heads wobble or turn, some lean into my holding hand, entranced by the feel of the brushes on their cheeks.

"Would you like a little glitter?" the standard finish.

Yes or no or sure or okay, or maybe just a little bit or a LOT or no thank and it makes me break out.

Sparkles flutter and flit. I will glitter through Tuesday, I'm sure.  I hand over the mirror and wait for the grin.