Alphabe-Thursday Letter M

Good morning class. Welcome to round five of Alphabe-Thursday!

Today I will moderate your offerings for the letter:


Please link directly to your Alphabe-Thursday URL (if you don't know how to do this let me know!) and please continue to visit the five links before and after your link and leave a comment. Minimum of 10 links visited please. You can visit more if you like, of course.

I also want to let you know that each week I visit every blog. I actually started on the L's this morning so I'm catching up.   Go me!

If you have any difficulties with your link, please make sure to include the number of the link when you e-mail me. It is really difficult for me to find you easily otherwise.

If you have any questions about Alphabe-Thursday or problems doing your link just post it in a comment or send me an e-mail. I'll do my best to help you as quickly as I can.

The McLinkey will be live from 1:00 pm MST time Wednesday afternoon in an effort to assist our lovely "friends across the pond" and continue through 10:00 am MST time Friday morning!

And remember.... link back to this post, you need to be registered as a follower of my blog, PG posts only, and visit at least 10 other students (perhaps the 5 students before and after your post). The links will stay live after the final post deadline has passed so you can even wait and visit over the weekend or whenever you have more time.

Please share your mischievious "M' post now!

Dear Dorothy,

There you were.

In the middle of that tornado.

Everything whirling and swirling around you.

It's enough to make anyone dizzy.

And fearful.

I wish you could have seen your face when the house finally touched down.

I wish you could have seen all the emotions that rippled across...

Wonder.

Fear.

Curiousity.

Dear Dorothy.  

Change is always a bit of a whirlwind, isn't it?

Wonder.

Fear.

Curiousity.

I'm waiting for the tornado to land.

And I'm definitely not in Kansas anymore.

Fan-tassie-istic

Look!

Yum!

I haven't baked anything in a long time.

This weekend I was lucky enough to get to take dessert somewhere!

I decided to make teensy pies.

The pecan ones are called 'tassies'.

I got carried away.

I made all kinds of tassies...including mini-cherry pie ones.

Everyone's favorite, though, was a Dutch Almond flavored one.

Super easy.

Super delish!

I thought I'd share the recipe with you just in case you want to make a bunch of teensy desserts, too!

DUTCH ALMOND TASSIES

CRUST
1 cup butter (no substitutes)
2 pkgs. (3 oz. ea.) cream cheese, softened
2 c. flour

1/4 teaspoon salt

FILLING
3 room temperature eggs
1 cup sugar
1 can (8 oz.) almond paste, cut into cubes

1/2 teaspoon almond extract

1/2 teaspoon vanilla extra

1/8 teaspoon salt
sliced almonds

In mixing bowl, cream butter and cream cheese. Gradually add flour, mix well. Cover and refrigerate for 1 hour.

Roll into 1" balls, press each ball into the bottom and up the sides of a greased mini muffin cup. Set aside.

For Filling:
Beat eggs until fluffy and light. Add sugar, mix well. Beat in almond paste. Spoon a rounded teaspoon into each of the prepared mini muffin cups. Top each with a garnish of a slice or two of almond.

Bake 325 degrees for 25 to 30 minutes or until lightly browned and filling is set. Cool 10 minutes and then remove to cool to wire racks.
Yield: 4 dozen

Saturday Centus - Absent-E!

 

Welcome to week ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN of Saturday Centus.

The prompt this week is one sentence long.

The sentence can be as long or as short as you like.

The challenge is to write a fluent sentence without using the letter "E".   E is the most used letter in the English language.  Let's see how you do with an absent-e!

Number of words:  Whatever you need to write one cohesive sentence.

Pictures: Any number

The regular restrictions apply: PG, no splitting of the prompt, play nicely and visit the other entries, any style or genre of writing you prefer. Please display my link button or just a hyper-link back to Saturday Centus. Be careful to link your SC URL to the Linky and not just link to your main blog.

E-mail me directly with ???'s or ask your question in a comment and I will do my best to get back to you as soon as possible.

Feel free to link up anytime between now and next Saturday.

Dog days of summer?

I have a terrible little poem to share with you for week 118 of SC.

But.

I have a really, really good excuse.

When Mr. Jenny and I were driving home tonight I saw a billboard.

It read: "It's never a bad time to hug a cheetoh with your teeth."

Seriously.

How can I possibly write a little rhyming story about this funny little picture after reading a billboard like that?

Geez.

Anyway.

Ahem.

Oh my bone!

OMB!

This fur is much too hot for me.

Shave me now!

I beg of you!

Dog days are awful!

Oh.

Boo hoo!

I am dying from the heat.

And,

NO!!!,

I do NOT want a treat.

I'm close to being a heat-stroked mutt.

More ice!

More ice!

Please freeze my butt!

To read other offerings from people not traumatized by strange cheetoh billboards, just click here.

Genetics. Aren't they weird?

It's strange what traits we pick up from our parents.

Eye color.

Hair color.

How tall or short we are.

And, sometimes, it's a totally obscure trait that goes unnoticed for years.

Like winking.

Winking.

You know?

Closing one eye jauntily?

A few days ago, my 82 year old Dad ended up at the emergency room with a possible heart attack.

Mr. Jenny and I jumped quickly in the car to go to his side.

When we got to the ER he was talking up a storm with his doctor. He was in fine spirits.

My Dad. Not the doctor.

My Dad kind of has this irrepressible spirit.

 He can talk to anyone.

 He is often smiling or being a smartass (ummmm...sorry about that profanity...I was just too lazy to look up how to spell 'alec' correctly. As in 'smart alec'.)

The ER was no exception.

I sat down on a chair beside my Mom and watched my Dad's face.

He was definitely acting like he wasn't scared.

He was definitely acting like it was just another regular day.

But his hands were shaking and his eyes occassionally filled with tears.

It made me afraid.

Until he turned his head and winked at me.

I'm not sure why, but that wink made me feel better.

Knowing that my Dad was continuing to live his life the way he wanted...quality and not quantity.  Although 82 is definitely quantity in my opinion.

He was being irrepressible (and kind of loud and obnoxious - ha!) in spite of fear.

I admire that about my Dad.  I admire that he winked at me even though he was obviously worried about himself.  

The ER doctor felt that my Dad was safe for the moment and released him.

Driving  home from the hospital, Mr. Jenny told me, "You know, you are just like your Dad!"

Wow. I was flattered.

Obviously Mr. Jenny admired my irrepressibleness (yes, huh, that is a word!)... And my determination... And my ability to laugh at lifes obstacles.

"Wow," I said in a humble voice, "That makes me feel good that you think that I'm like my Dad."

Mr. Jenny looked surprised. "It makes you feel good that you can't wink with your mouth closed?"

Huh?

Huh?

Winking?

Mouth closed?

How did we go from me being a hero in my own life to winking with my mouth open?

So I questioned Mr. Jenny. "Huh? What do you mean? I thought you meant I was all determined and brave like my Dad."

Mr. Jenny looked surprised again.    He stuttered a bit in reply. "Well...ummm...yeah...I think you're like your Dad like that but... ummm...what I was talking about was the fact that neither of you can wink with your mouth closed."

"What the heck are you talking about?" I asked in a non-irrepressible and slightly annoyed voice.

"You know?   When your Dad winked? He can't wink with his mouth closed.   And neither can you!   You're just like him."

"I can SO wink with my mouth closed!"

And I tried.

And I tried.

And I tried.

And, by golly, guess what?

I CAN'T wink with my mouth closed.

Mr. Jenny is obviously irritatingly observant about such things.

Let's just see if I ever wink at him AGAIN!

Who knew my Dad gave me more than my brown eyes and inability to be quiet for more than twelve seconds?

Obviously, not me!

Sigh...

Painted Alphabet - Letter L

Hello!  I haven't been too lazy this week so I have three "L" signs to share!    

L

No stencils.   No stickers.  Handpainted with my own layout.

You can see other signs in this series by clicking on 'Painted
Alphabet' in my sidebar.

Thanks for lingering a little bit here!   To visit other links to the letter "L", just click here.


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