* First up, I’m going to blog about blogging for a moment. Nothing quite as riveting as that! I’ve received several emails and comments from you lovelies who have been kept away from visiting me here because you let life carry you away (excuses, excuses). Oh, I jest! I’m more guilty of that than you are, probably. Since I have a spare moment or two (or three) right now, I spent some time exploring e-mail subscription services for you (you’re welcome) and added that option over there to the left. What could be better than me in your e-mail? So, if you want to be notified of my new posts via e-mail, just click-click over there and plug in your e-mail address. I promise not to overload your inbox by posting every day. Again, you’re welcome.
* Next up, I’m going to change the title of my weekly “Love & Loathe” posts. I don’t always feel loathing for something, and many times I struggle with things to put under that section of the post. I long ago coined the word “blogabilities” — in fact, for years now, every month I create a new images folder in my computer titled just that. So, henceforth, I shall name my weekly updates “Blogabilities – Week of _____” and you shall like it!
* I’ve been on a turkey kick lately, and so I made a 9-pound turkey breast in the crockpot last week. I was more than a little worried whether it would fit, and it did, and it was delicious! Since then, I’ve been addicted to leftover turkey on a bagel thin (those 110 calorie bagels) with just a dab of butter. Especially when they’re put together by my husband.
* This cat of mine is something else.
Bedroom time for him is very rare, and only something that happens when he’s deathly ill or we feel he desperately needs it for mental health reasons. While I’ve been out of commission, we’ve let him into the bedroom for a couple hours every morning for my mental health. I’m fairly certain, based on the way he drapes himself over me like a tiger who’s captured his next victim, that the pleasure he takes in this special treatment is running neck-to-neck with the gluttonous satisfaction he derives from his food.
* I was craving some healthy cookies, so I baked 4-5 dozen of my honey oatmeal cookies last Sunday evening. Of course I doll them up with raisins, dates and chocolate chips… no cookie recipe is functional without chocolate chips. The experience was so wonderful. It was raining outside, and everyone was in the kitchen together, working on different things. Tony and my mom finished their food projects, and I had a couple dozen cookies left to bake. It was quite late, and everyone had gone to bed… or so I thought. Until I heard my mom’s footsteps coming down the stairs. It was a sweet moment when I gave her a cookie I had baked, warm and fresh from the oven. She savored it and requested another. I remembered the times I had, as a child, done the same exact thing… except then they were cookies she had baked.
Jammie J's Quest 